Wise Up

No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
So just...give up

It makes sense sometimes. I'm not talking suicide. Just the feeling of giving up and letting things just pass around you. That feeling of hopelessness that kicks in when thought of even attempting to get better makes you tired.

When everything is just too much to think about. But you have to think anyway because there's not other way out.

It's hard to get to the place where you realize maybe it's you and you have to stop blaming it on other people, on the system. It's so hard to do though. To find that balance between not invalidating any feelings or thoughts and letting some things go, coping, I suppose.

It's just so hard to find it in yourself. To even begin to think about finding it in yourself. It's a hard place to be, but a necessary one in a way.

Why me? I don't know. But I am where I am and I suppose I have to do what I have to to.

I'm just so tired.

It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up.