Getting Better from Broken Pieces by Caleb Johnston

Woke up this morning trembling
Nauseated in a daze
Finding it hard to concentrate more than ever
Why am I here? What is this place?
You call this life, I call it eradication
My aspirations have taken a nosedive into the soil
Where I’ve been stuck decomposing
And I just wanna get out
Had to sink into the ocean
Til I could finally see some light

I’m trying to get better these days
To feel like I’m not living in hell
All the agony I’ve felt is slowly slipping away
I’m repairing the damage I’ve done
To my mind with years of pessimistic thoughts

Would you believe me if I said I’m getting better?
Probably not, but I would like to presume
For once I don’t feel hopeless
Praying that I don’t slip up
And plunge back into the pit
I fabricated in my past
Pour my soul out onto these pages
Write letters and never send them
Stash em away so no one can see

I’m trying to get better these days
To feel like I’m not living in hell
All the agony I’ve felt is slowly slipping away
I’m repairing the damage I’ve done
To my mind with years of pessimistic thoughts

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