Room the ever so dark
I don't see light but what's left to fine
I type as I gather all the words left on my platter
Holding a A hand in my gun I grab
Pills of loved ones
Light knows not hide and seek
I'll always be the one to hide
I press my finger softly up the trigger
But when I'm the one to seek
I speak in ways that only my eyes can keep
I reach out for a gun
But grasp a hand
Day nights weeks hours
I spent up in here
Hiding from the inmate I call fear
She's said I look depressed
She said I look scared
She said that "darling you'll be fine"
But my brain can only take much more
Scared?
Scared turns to scared
Scars turn into my gun
Don think I ever forget who was the one to make fun
Nights and years
I spend in my cell
My idol lies the words down
Darling hold on it'll be okay
On a script of the medicine I took that day
Windows turn to forgotten ways out
I'm scared of my reflection
Because I'll show no doubt
She says "be social"
She says "be grateful"
But I can barely eat a box of cereal
My hand turns to a gun
I sit there with unknown headphones
And a dress in my hands
All to be
Gone
