I’m lazy, not depressed
That’s why I lay in bed all day
My room is a mess
And my limbs don’t work anymore
I’m lazy, not depressed
I’m sad because I’m irresponsible
I cry because I’m guilty,
I don’t cry because I’m depressed
I cry because I’m lazy.
That’s all I’ll ever be
No one said that to me
But actions are more than speak

It’s different
Every time I arrive
I am alive
But it feels as if I’ve died
And the only roadblock is
Is my mind

You push me up against the wall,
Because our love is bound to fall.
But you know what you can’t do?
You can’t save it.
You put your hands around my hips,
A taste of bitter guilt.
Your lips, my lips—
We kiss.
It’s the last time I’ll do this.
It’s over, that’s for sure.
A disaster? I don’t think so.
I’m walking out the door.
I know you’ll never find me.
You know that we’re done for.

Wanting to scream
But nobody heard
I lived in darkness yet feared being alone

I couldn’t speak
Of the voices I heard
The ones that gave me the blade and told me to, “Get to work”

But honestly, most of it’s on me,
I never wanted them to look

I said things I didn’t really mean,
But depends on what you took

I was unable
To cope with the

Situation

I was unstable