Sob Story
Sometimes I just get so caught up in my head
To look at my surroundings, realize what’s been said
To see what people are posting, what people are reading
To see what people are saying, all with no reason
I hear the whispers, I see you glarin, huffing and seething
I know you’re about to say shit that really isn’t so pleasing
I’m stuck with my mind, you’re stuck with the trends
I don’t think we can get along if this is how it ends
I don’t know if you read much, but there’s been a post
Saying I’m a monster, a stranger, a psychopathic ghost
I need to clear some things up, maybe say my share
A lot of you might not understand how much I genuinely care
Let’s start with mental health, an inquisition in itself
You ever look in someone’s eyes and see them crying for help?
I have, every single day of my life
I own a few mirrors and I’ve had a few fights
I say a few, see that’s what people don’t understand
It doesn’t go away with just a flick of your hand
Years of struggle and defamation, doctors and pills
Just to see my parents crumble with the hospital bills
Trust me, insurance really pays a good deal
But imagine seeing your daughter not be able to decipher what’s real
I switched schools, maybe 5 or 6 times
I’ve had days where I think that I’m losing my mind
I think hey, maybe it’s finally okay
And then I see another trend go up the next day
There are little bitches on TikTok, claiming their life is so hard
Claiming they have an illness, causing a public retard
In progress, in acceptance, I mean in the right way
It shouldn’t be trendy to have your whole life thrown away
There is so much stuff that I would like to do
Stuff that I can’t do now, now that my life is askew
Opportunities I’ve been forced to reject
You find that quirky, being left to subject?
You’ll see kids going around, say that they tick but never have
You’ll see grown-ass adults, playing victim, say they’re sad
Yeah it’s true, I may not know your whole struggle
But I know what it’s like to have realities to juggle
Stop glorifying illness as if it’s so fun
Is it fun to put the bullets inside of that gun?
Is it fun to second guess your own fucking existence?
Or to push people away, get kicked out by your parents
Is it fun to be pushed almost to kill
Is it fun to be locked in a mental hospital
Is it fun to forget your own mother’s face
Or hell, is it fun to want to be smacked with a mace?
I’ve seen kids try to blown out their own fucking brains
Try to give it all up because they can’t find ways to explain
Their mind to their family, their lovers, their friends
And it always seems to go to the same tragic end
You don’t understand that what you do affects others
Anyone could be a victim, your own sisters and brothers
There are so many kids who don’t have access to help
Because of situations that are outside of themselves
They grow up all bottled up, or die in the process
Little things went unnoticed and it caused so much unrest
Some people would kill to have an outlet for their pain
Most would die to keep from straight going insane
Pay a little more attention, talk to your friends
If there’s something you need, communicate loose ends
Say something before you succumb to the stress
Don’t give up the fight, but alas, I digress
Back to another point I brought up before
Don’t fake an illness just for attention or more
I see so many people who start to disregard
When someone brings it up, because they’re sick of victim cards
So many people glorify illness for fame
It’s nothing to glorify, in fact it’s pretty disdain
That someone could take a struggle or a fault
And turn it into clout, pity or use it to vault
Themselves to higher standing, which is a concept in itself
You’d rather cry to a live stream than get some actual help?
There are those who are sick, and then there’s those that are vile
I’m talking about those who put others down with a smile
You think it’s funny to post horrible shit for a laugh?
Did it really make your day to put someone else’s at half staff?
Or ruin their entire career, make them feel like utter shit
All it takes is one person continuously raining hits
When it gets to the point where you get scared to go to school
Or walk through the halls scared to be overruled
Where all you really want is to go out with a bang
And watch the media wonder, wracking their brains for a pang
Or an answer, when they really have no clue
They all act oblivious over what they did to you
“It was drugs, an unhealthy environment it seems”
They don’t see the signs of you slowly building up steam
You feel you can’t ever escape the downward spiral
The spiral of your life, when your voice won’t go viral
When you can’t feel a thing left in your heart
When everything is really just falling apart
You do shit to cope and it just brings you down harder
Let’s hope nobody decides to push you down any farther
But they do, and they will, they’ll push all your buttons
They’ll treat you like shit and then ask you for something
Something you can’t give, maybe some basic respect
Because they really fucked up, fucked up all that was left
So my point, let’s reiterate once more
Don’t treat people like shit just to get a foot out the door
Don’t fake something awful because you have no life
Don’t claim all this bullshit is all of your strife
Don’t treat others like a monster for having an issue
Get some help if you need it, give someone a clue
Tell somebody when something is tearing you apart
Don’t go to the internet begging for a heart
Don’t jump off the edge, just put down the knife
Don’t give it all up, it’s not worth your life
You probably feel like your life isn’t the best
Trust me, it’ll get there, it’s all just a test
People will understand if you give them the facts
Don’t sugarcoat a topic because you’re scared of an attack
Speak up and speak out, tell someone what’s wrong
If you don’t, your journey is gonna be long
I had to put in the work to get out of the dark
Sometimes, all you really need is a spark
Get some help.
