Same Old Vibes vs A Depressivesode

I feel like I’m not doing enough,

Though every day is filled to the brim,

I feel like what I say isn’t hood enough.

I’m supposed to be more than what I am,

But what am I?

A wandering soul,

Left alone, somebody who isn’t good enough.

Though these words,

Are written to a beat,

I strive to for greatness,

But I’m always sitting at the bottom,

Because motivation,

Isn’t the same as,

Having a bunch of fans,

As a vocation,

I struggle with the idea of being mundane.

Still I maintain,

Game until I throw up,

Building a base in Subnautica,

Until my story starts back and I can continue on my path…

But what if it don’t?

How long will it be until I feel like me,

Reaching for my dreams because I can’t see defeat?

So I lay down,

Preparing for a day at a job that I hate,

Until all of my aspirations,

Are given up on or I slide them beneath the table,

If anyone else can do it, I know that I can,

Surviving is what I’ve done,

Giving up now would be too dumb…