They
Ask how I'm doing
Ok
They ask what I'm doing
The
Same thing I do everyday
Nothing
They Tell me how bad their lives
Are
And how they
Wanna
Die
But do you realize I feel
Exactly
The same sometimes
You say
You want to run away
Or kill yourself
I tell you how bad it would hurt me if you did
I tell you how I would hurt somebody if you did
You stop telling me how
Your feeling
That hurts way more than you not telling me
Anything
At
All
But Eventually
I'm gonna
Say
I'M Done..
With Everything
I'm done with the pain
And the headaches
I'm done regretting all these mistakes
I'm done hearing about heartbreaks
I'm done
Trying
To figure out who's real
And
Who's Fake
I'M
Done
