Self Casted stones

There is this inner side of living

Or maybe I just overthink things

The fear of imperfections

Well, I guess it's the pressure

The mind crushing pressure of perfection

The feeling like every of my action is being judged

The feeling like every of my thoughts ring chaos

I can't keep living like this , can I?

No one can really understand, I don't either

Please don't say you do, this car isn't a two-seater

I am exhausted of living, itself

There has no be more to life than all the things I am faced with

I admit, thinking of being exhausted of life is like being on the edge

Living dangerous like going down a rocky mountain on a bad sled

Sabotaging every good thing because the next routine

I barely have time to chat up my family

Maybe any day the lights above my head might go off

Hopefully before then I'd feel worthy of love

I just feel the need to be left alone

I am tired..cast those stones