it's easy i suppose
to ignore the neon pills
to look past the crumpled notes
to forget the stained face
but it wasn't easy i suppose
to ignore the teachers qualms
to look past the overnight stay
to forget the growing grudge
my life still hangs by a thread
but its easy i suppose
suicide wasn't something i attempted in order to hurt you, it was an escape. However, it hurt me that you saw all the warning signs, confronted me and STILL denied me help. STILL pretended it didn't happen. It took school intervention in order for you to even consider this was real, and even then you did it so you didn't appear as a bad parent. but go off i guess