Ni ravno na temo žrtvovanja, ampak sem poskusila nekaj spesniti. V bistvu je bolj poem kot pesem :)
(P.S.: Jaz sem si ga poskusila prebrat naglas, verjemite da je stokrat bolje.)

I feel like
I’m not enough.
Like anyone can break me.
Like I’m always the second choise.
Like the world is turned against me.
Like no one can hear my voice,
screaming help me, save me, see me.

And yet, I’m always the worst.
The voice inside my head.
You’re not good enough,
anyone can break you,
you’re always the second choise,
the world is turned against you,
no one can hear your voice,
and no one will help you, save you, see you.

And that voice, that voice is actually the worst part.
The more I try, the more I do, the more I hear it.
You’re trying too hard,
can’t you see it’s hopeless?
You’re pathetic.
You don’t deserve anything,
everyone is better than you,
what are you even doing with your life?

Until I lose my mind.
I can’t turn it off,
it’s always with me,
I hear it everywhere I go,
like a shadow,
like a whisper,
like an echo.

But it’s me.
I’m it.
I’m the voice.
it’s my thoughts,
it’s my mind.
Because the worst enemy is the one,
I created inside my head.