"I combined my ex with depression and I got expression"
I express myself through my words
I express myself on paper
Whether it be with pen or a paint brush
I'm always wanting to create
To do something other than think
Because thoughts are all I've got these days it seems
But I have a problem
What do you do when your words don't mean anything anymore?
What if you can't express yourself anymore?
I feel trapped inside my mind
I could escape before
Not anymore
I want to live
No, I want to die
Why must I live this lie?
Mental illness is apart of me
It basically defines my personality
Yet it isn't taken seriously
My jumbled thoughts are due to this illness
But it's not affecting me
Who cares if I want to hurt myself or others?
I need to stop being the problem
As long as I appear normal I'm fine right?
Wrong.
They'll never know what's inside the mind
Don't forget your best chance is not to hide.
Your problems are valid
You are valid
Maybe they don't see that, but I do
I'm afraid of myself
But it's not right
Don't be afraid of yourself too
Don't hide because I'm right here by your side
