You tell me that you are tired
Of reading my sappy poetry
Wheres the real pain?
Not that crap about
How no one loves you
No that shit already sounds rehearsed
We want to hear what hurts
About how your depression
Just gets worse and worse
Because you try to ignore the shit
Blood drenching your pants
From cut wrists
As you try to hide it
Say it's a new "fashion trend"
We want to read about
Empty pill bottles
Seizures from overdosing
Connected sheets tied up
To your fan
We wanna know what's your plan?
We want to hear about real pain
Not that sappy shit
"I cant live without you."
You're such a desperate bitch
We want real pain
And if you can't give us that
If you can't explain
The countless attempts
Of you trying to end your life
Well then...
Did you ever really feel pain?
