I don't know what I've done wrong
But I don't think that I should suffer
Every single day I'm alive
And I know I've done nothing right,
But I just have to battle
Every desire to grab a knife
I doubt I could really do
Anything besides give advice
But I'm only thirteen
No one even listens to kids anymore
They say they know what I'm going through
But I know they're lying
I know I give
But never take said advice
Because I know I'm a piece of shit
I doubt even know what I'm writing
I don't feel this way now
I guess medicine does work sometimes
I don't like it at all
I can't handle this
Sometimes I just want to die
I want to be better
I want to be happy
I want to be normal
Why can't I?
I'm not even the only one
Who acts like this
I know people
Who can give advice but
They don't think they can apply themselves
I'm one of those people
And I speak for all of Ute when I say
It's rude to call us "different"
How would you feel if I just
Took your heart and told you things
That'll break you mentally more than you've fine to yourself
Some say it's fine
That you think these things
Because we all think terrible things
Just not everyday
Like the people like me
The "wrong" ones
I just wanted to talk a moment
For no reason at all
Just to talk
I've said too much
So now I'll just leave you be
And get over this headache
