Struggling Again at 2:54AM

I’m messy and I like going out at night
My legs hurt from all the walking
And my head hurts from all the balking

What do I do?
Where do I go?
Who am I
Who are you
And who do I come back to?

I used to feel like a walking disaster
Like nothing I did ever mattered
And that’s still the case.

I don’t have the skills to do anything
I wasted the time I was given
Now it’s to the past I cling
Then my life was better than it has ever been.

Where do I go?
What do I do?
When theres no one to come home to.

I’m a fraud and a poser
Not some great musical composer
So who am I kidding?
Why not just give up and die?
I must be a glutton for punishment
Because I still want a life.