They scream and yell,
Fight and smite,
I don't feel okay enough,
To go to rehearsal,
Not just my mind,
But my body too,
Wants me to stay home and cry,
But I have to go to rehearsal or they will yell once again,
They will yell at me for saying sorry too much,
Yell at my sister for hurting me physically,
But they leave all the mental stuff to the psychiatrist and therapist,
They don't think it's a big deal,
That I feel like I'm dying,
That I am trying to hold onto life while I can,
That I have to force each breath out of me,
And force myself to take in oxygen,
Well it is,
