I'm in a room full of people
But I can't hear a sound
My thoughts are squirming
It's all of my family in this room
Maybe they don't care
You're asking why you have a feeling
I didn't do anything wrong
At least not recently
My demons have always been there
I have been thinking way too much
I'm drowning as we speak
But you wouldn't care about that
It has nothing to do with you
The way you talk down to me
Make me feel like I'm incapable
You break me down and say that you're smarter
Just because you're older doesn't mean you're wiser
Making more mistakes doesn't make me inferior
It's not your show anymore
What makes you think I'm not okay?
Was it because I tried to kill myself?
Was it because I was hospitalized?
Was it because I continue to mutilate myself to cope?
Was it because I'm struggling with the guilt of hurting my best friend?
Ot is it because I've lost so many people in my life that I feel alone
Being in this crowded room full of people.
