i let the succulent die

I let the succulent die
I chose to keep the water, didn't I
I thought might as well
Oh yeah sure, what the hell
At least it's its life, not mine

I stopped drawing for fun
Why should I do it if not, for anyone
I had quite the dream
Built on high self esteem
We had one hell of a run

Holes in ceilings
Sinking feelings
I'm not dealing well
I hope that you can't tell

It's absurd
I am nervous
For what? nothings there
I work
To feel worthless
To make it feel fair
I hurt
But I'm learning to
Make them aware
I let go, they don't care

Holes in ceilings
Sinking feelings
I'm not dealing well
Please tell me you can tell

I can't write songs anymore
It doesn't feel the same as it did before
The passion, the drive
That shit keeps it alive
What am I writing this for?