Inspired by Kid Laroi’s so done

I’m done.
I’m actually done.
I don’t care about my studies,
Not even thinking about my future career.
What’s the point anyway?
Working towards it seems to only being pain in the end.

I’m numb.
I can’t feel anything,
And I know this feeling is only a facade,
For the hurt and pain I can’t handle.
I’ve always felt way too much and I’m sick of it.
I’ve always considered drugs,
Antidepressants they’re called
But everyone is firmly against them.

Everyone else is doing fine.
So they think I should be doing just fine too,
And when I tell them I’m not,
They think I’m being dramatic.
Somehow I’m required to get into a big accident,
Lose something that seems very important,
Before people decide to listen to me,
To actually find out what’s going on.

Everyone is busy and I get that.
But why are we friends if there seems to be no room for me?
I get it, you have a life, a schedule, I’m the jobless lazy one.
But a few convos here and there never hurt anyone.

I just want to feel like I matter,
Like I’m important to someone,
Like I’m actually high up there on someone’s list of priorities.
Because it sucks,
It sucks to feel worthless all the damn time,
To just keep doing stuff because you have to,
Not because you truly enjoy it.

And now I don’t seem to feel anything.
I don’t want to talk to anyone.
Nobody gets it, nobody wants to get it, nobody actually tries to get it.
It’s not my fault I’m this sensitive.
So I’m done.
I just want to be alone,
Till I have to put up with society’s antics again.

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I usually find myself listening to the kid laroi when things get rough. So done has basically been my mood for a while. It’s been hard to study and everyone feels far away. But things will get better. They always do.

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