How do I tell you that
Sometimes I just really wanna die?
I don't even know
How I'm gonna get by
Just for one day
I wanna be okay.

But Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

I once cut my arm
Only time I ever did self-harm
Tryna keep my promise
that I wouldn't
But that day I just couldn't

But Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

But Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

One day I told my best friend
That surely this was the end
I feel like I'm dying
But honestly I'm trying

And Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

But Mama don't be scared
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be here for you
I'll find a way to get through
Every single day
that I'm not okay.

I'm kind of stuck
At least... I think I am
Somewhere between telling everyone I know to *******
And "just please come hold me friend"

Some place in between an uneasy heart and hectic mind

"I'm depressed"
Can't I just say it without having to explain why?
Sometimes I don't even know which reason to choose

Short replies

"You seem like you don't want to talk"

You're right, but I also want to reach out
I want out
I want to let go of everything
And capture it all in my arms

like a fire fly in the palm of restless hands,
Just let me hold on to your light
Atleast, just for tonight

Because I'm feeling stuck.

a lot can happen in
f i f t e e n  d a y s

you could go on a vacation
you could get married
you could give birth
you could buy a house
you could get a new job
you could make a new friend

there's so much you can do in
f i f t e e n  d a y s

what did I do in those fifteen days?
I tried to take away my next fifteen days
and all of them thereafter.

Im just another pest
Im no different from the rest
Putting words together
So Im better
Im not convincing anybody
So maybe when they find my body
They'll see the pain etched on my skin
They'll see the pain that I've been living in
I hate this but I live for pain
Im not sure why, nothing to gain
Except more scars and more stares and more suicide scares
Test if anyone cares
Put a bullet to my head
Hold a blade up to my wrist
See if anyone moves
That would be a ******* twist
I'll drink some bleach
Set some fires
Who are the loudest criers
Not a tear shed for me
Except for one or two
Her and him and maybe you
I guess we soon will surely see
But which method shall it be?