Enough

I bawl day and night, and the voices in my head give me the biggest fright.

They say I'm nothing but a snitch, and it makes me feel like such a bitch.

I wonder if they know there words kill, but they don't care as long as they have a thrill.

I wanted to show them they were wrong, but instead I smoked from a bong.

It helped ease the pain as well as a blade, and as I started to cut everything began to fade.

As I started to awake, and saw everyone who thought I was a fake.

I could see they were broken, and I regret that I was soft-spoken.

As I lay in the hospital bed time flew by, and I couldn't help but cry

I knew I couldn't win this fight, once I saw a big bright white light.

It’s so cute how you thought I would be okay, But now you’re the farthest from okay.

Every single second of my never ending misery is your entire fault,

And hope one day you realize what you did and never again call someone an insult.