It's strange really.
Strange how the mind works.
One minute I'm in love with myself.
The next I hate everything about me.
I'm laughing and enjoying life,
But then I feel like dying.
I love my friends,
I love myself.
I really really do.
But no matter what I try,
It all comes back to haunt me.
I feel pushed into a corner,
Nowhere to go.
Medicine doesn't help anymore,
But shh...
My parents don't need to know.
I love to help others,
I always seem to know how to do the right thing.
When it comes to me?
Don't make me laugh.
No one knows what to do.
So they give up,
So easily.
They shrug and figure I'll get over it.
I do...
Eventually.
But it would've hurt less,
Had I had a friend by my side
That didn't give up.
