Why do I have time for everybody except my own?

Why I made them happy and secure and not myself?

Why do I have to ask somebody to permit me to do something for myself?

Why do I work so hard earn a lot and have nothing in the end?

Why I have to do things for everybody and have not done a thing for me?

Why can’t I be selfish and do not feel guilty about it?

Why do I always feel that the world is my responsibility?

Why can’t I just pack my bags leave and go to a place where I do not know anybody?

Why can’t I just lie down and not think of anybody else?

Why can’t I just die and not think of anything else?

I guess I am tired, tired of everything, tired of being there for everybody except for myself.

Oooh I wish I was done, I am done with this life because I feel like I have reached the end,

There is nothing else I will have to do I am done with this life,

I have given everything I got and I am tired there is no more I can give.