A year ago I said I'd never do this
Now who am I
What have I become
In treatment I've changed
But for the better?
Sure I stopped cutting
But I'm still broken
Still tangled in this mess
Still empty
Who am I
What am I
Am I just a boy who can't see as straight as I used to?
Am I a boy just forced into girl clothes day and night
Day and night
Day and fucking night
Where am I
Am I here right now
In this reality
Or did I escape the cloud that loomed over me
The fog of my depression
Who am I
Really?
