I don't know what to do
I have no reason of living without you
I'm too depressed to care
If I got eaten by a bear
I've already made 3 cuts
They all think i'm nuts
I don't know what I need
Because I didn't plant the seed
My hands are hurting
I'm not very asserting
I tell them im not okay
My anxiety lasts all day
I'm always nervous non stop
Slowly watching myself pop
Wishing I could get rid of this
Even if its something i'll miss
I hate the feeling of needing
To cut when i'm not eating
My emotions are everywhere
I couldn't control them as a dare
-Nico (me)
