You don't think I've tried?
As I lay awake we cried.
We as in the voice,
as if a choice.
Knowing I'm owned,
as if I were loaned.
To depression as if friended,
a wound never to be mended.
Fighting lonliness in a room full,
full of people trying to pull.
Pull me out,
not knowing how to go about.
Only digging away,
I don't know what to say.
I cry alone at night,
so only my voice to fight.
Fight the questions,
the dumb suggestions.
You don't need to be medicated,
I am debated.
As an object,
I am not your project.
So don't tell me get over it.
All I want to do is pay attention and sit.
Be a good girl in class,
get all A's and pass.
Not cry every night,
or in my brain fight.
Suicide creeps in my head,
I'd rather be dead.
A day in my shoes,
you would loose.
Nine years,
from all these tears.
I was five,
and I'm still alive.
So don't tell me to get over it
When you would've given up along time ago.
-SicoPath
Stay Insane </3
