Hey dad I’m sad
He pushes me aside
Hey dad I need help
He gets mad says do it yourself
So I do
I stop asking for help
And even though my scars grow
I’m fine
Even when they call me names even when my friends go away
I’m fine
Because I don’t need help
Hey dad today was a good day

My phone is my therapist
It’s who I talk to when I’m sad
It doesn’t ask me how I feel
Nor does it say “are you ok?”
It silently waits for me to say
I’m not
It doesn’t offer advice I’ve tried
Doesn’t get mad that it can’t help me
And doesn’t leave when I become to much
My phone is my therapist
And that’s enough

Some days I miss you
I tell myself I still need you
But it isn’t you I want
I want what we use to be
I want the love back
And the reason I’m crying now
Isn’t because your not around
It’s because we can’t go back
And what we had won’t be again
So my I love yous are for the past you that you who said it back

days get shorter and nights are longer
Friends have disappeared
Or maybe I just left
Some days I don’t leave my bed
Other days just pass me by
I forget what it’s like to have fun
To be needed by someone
Do you ever get like that
Where you wait for a week to shower and can’t remember if you ate anything
The days where you’ve worn the same clothes because you’ve haven’t washed anything you own
Where you can’t tell if your lazy or depressed and then the sadness swallows you up again and all you want to do is not exist
So you slowly **** yourself
Along with your existence

i want to watch movies
have sleepover and buy silly things
i want to have friends
i just don't think i can trust
another person again

The days get shorter and nights are longer
Friends have disappeared
Or maybe I just left
Some days I don’t leave my bed
Other days just pass me by
I forget what it’s like to have fun
To be needed by someone
Do you ever get like that
Where you wait for a week to shower and can’t remember if you ate anything
The days where you’ve worn the same clothes because you’ve haven’t washed anything you own
Where you can’t tell if your lazy or depressed and then the sadness swallows you up again and all you want to do is not exist
So you slowly **** yourself
Along with your existence

I think I still love you but even about this I’m unsure maybe I’m just hooked on what we once were maybe I just miss being in love or I’m stuck in the past looking at memories that I wish were moments we still had