When I'm losing my strength.

Each passing day I'm losing what and who keeps me sane:

I have a job. It keeps me busy, focused on other things than the problems at home.

Now, things aren't the best there. Co-workers are making it Hell for me.

I had a friend. We'd have a walk at night to chill out and forget our problems.

All things end. Why the endings have to be so chaotic?

It's overwhelming. No friend. A job that isn't doing any good to my health and my parents that won't make it any easier.

I'm carrying all the problems, I'm on my own. Helpless.