Everyone has noticed - my friends and family are all worried.
They all somehow know that my mind is going all blurry
and that I spend my time hoping that my life will hurry.
Forget everything I said about getting better as none of it matters.
All I know is that I'm going sick again.

I can’t wait to go on my first date with happiness.

Warning: rules of a normal family life do not apply in this house.
If you are under their roof then you just have to deal with the abuse.

During summer is when my head fogs up even more, its when I begin to lose control. This happens each summer and it always ends the same way.
‘Hurry up’ I thought,
‘Take me away’.

I’ve made my decision.
I’m running away from what’s inside my head.
Shutting down and getting by doesn’t seem to be enough
but if I close off and just be numb,
what would I become?
This is something I can not overcome.
So this is it, I quit.

I'll grow up and be the women you said I never ever could be.
I really hope that when I do
you'll be able to find it in you
to be happy
and proud of me.