Kimya Dawson

Drowning in Neglect

Call me pretty

Give me praise

I love it when you give me attention

Could've pulled me up if you tried

Instead you pulled me under

Call me all the names you know cut like blades

Drowning in neglect

Only your words can pull me up

Is it so hard to just talk

I just need you to care

Could've pulled me up if you tried

Instead you dragged me under

Call me the names you know cut like blades

All I can see is red

From anger and my wrists

You call me narcissistic

I wish

Could've pulled me up if you tried

Instead you pulled me under

Call me all the names you know cut like blades

Empty pill bottles

All you do is scream

'Why? We were so happy!'

I think we both know that's a lie

I can't hurt anymore
 

Could've pulled me up if you tried

Instead you pulled me under

Call me all the names you know cut like blades

Cut me like blades