Eggshells from Toddler by Tuesday X

Getting closer every day to my final destination
And I'm out of things to say, another wordless conversation
But these people will never see these thoughts that flow through my head
And they'll never understand when I say,
"Today, I'd rather I be dead."

And I'm so tired of saying sorry
I'm having trouble finding out what I'm even sorry for
You'll try to ask, but I don't know
I say I'm sorry for your pain, but that won't make it go away
I say I'm sorry because I love you, but I'm insane

I say I'm sorry and I love you, but you think that I'm insane

She says I'm crazy! Well maybe I am!
I don't know, but I'm not acting!
No one can save me!
Arms are tired! Reaching out!
It's so hard, so I never bother asking

And I could word things so poetic, exactly as you like
Here I'm running out of steam
Out of steam and out of time
Have you tried waking up? It's harder getting out of bed
But not as hard as dealing with all of those truthful things you said

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