Enfp

#thoughts : it's a sleepless night, a ruthless world. Even music won't make me happy anymore.
I'm talking shit, I'm growing old, even music can't heal me anymore.

How stupid I was to think I'm something
How stupid I was to think they like me
How stupid I was, I thought I'm right
How foolish of me to think I'm right

I was wrong, I've always been
I'll never be anything, now I see
I was and am stupid, I'll forever be
I'm sorry for all who believed in me

Its 4 a.m and I'm writing this poem
I know tomorrow I'll hate to know it
I'll hate to know I've let everyone know
How stupid I am, how stupid I were

I dont even know why I wrote this I dont even know why I'm posting it. all I do is to make a fool out of myself and this is just it. I want to confess, I'm stupid and delusional. I have no hope for tomorrow. I have no strength and have no faith in myself. I know I will never make it. Why to even try when I know I wouldn't make it. All I have ever been is a careless ass fool who only has waisted their and others time and money. I have no motive. I have no real useful skill. And I'm the worst at learning or teaching. I'm not good enough at anything. I'm no one. And I know all this. And yet as a fool does i pretend it's all right and i fool myself by saying i must live for others because there are people who care about me and want me to live and would get really sad if I'll give up so i must keep on breathing. What a reason to live. I know I can't make it. But I still fool myself. I still breathe. It's all pathetic and true. Very pathetic.

★ Forward this & I'll describe you with a song title & i'll rate your channel playlist.
(It mighta take sometime)