Singer, Artist, Writer, Gymnast

Song; 2:26 am

It's 2 am, I'm kinda deppresed my anxiety is kicking in

My stomach is rumbling, I haven't eaten anything all day trying to be like everyone in their perfect skinny ways

She's miles away, I don't see her every day. I feel like it's my fault, I don't feel safe.

Why do i
Put so much pressure on myself
It's just like I
Live inside my own personal hell

I can't sleep, feeling like no cares about me. Wanting to just leave
Will anyone notice?
My anxiety is getting to me.
My stomach's bothering me
I miss her on my sleeve
My world is burning down

Depprsed
Sucidal
And mentally ill
Got a broken heart
And I just want to kill
I really should stop hating myself
And I'm living in my own personal hell
(I won't I won't x3)

Butterflies in my stomach
Cause of things that don't exist
But I'm too lazy to handle it
To push through and persist

Messy life and messy room
Sadness and endless gloom
Picture perfect in your eyes
But behind the pictures are broken lies