Help me.
I feel like dying
And although I'm trying
I feel like crying.
I dont wanna live in this hell we call life.
Its an everyday strife.
I hate this feeling.
I hate that its so appealing.
I love when the blade meets my skin
And though its an awful sin
I can't help but grin
I get so shaky
I get so weak
I try to speak
But my eyes begin to leak.
My depression is at its peak
It makes me want to scream
It makes me want to lean
Right over that edge
I took a pill
It helps me fill
The anger inside
I want to commit suicide.
I havent been happy lately
All I can do is smile, fakely
I sit in class, my headphones in
The teachers get mad and yell
But I can never tell
If they hate me or not
Im sick and tired of all these expectations of girls being a thot
I want to be accepted for who I am
I don't want to be loved by a man.
I miss the old days
When we were young and everything was a haze
I remember being truly happy
I remember when things weren't so bitter
But now I just wanna pull the trigger.
