I think you send me little hearts on Skype because it makes me smile
And I think you think making me smile
Will keep a razor off my thighs and pills out of my throat
But I don't think you realize
I might do it anyway
Not to sound ungrateful
Because I appreciate the sentiment
But I feel like I'm dying anyway
And smiling wont stop that
And smiling wont bring my apathy back
“Why would you want apathy?” you ask
I live in a home where every eye contact
Makes it look like you're talking back
And when you talk back
You get your possessions taken from you
One by one
And that wouldn't be a problem
If I didn't miss the little hearts on Skype.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
I think you send me little hearts on Skype because it makes me smile
And I think you think making me smile
Will keep a razor off my thighs and pills out of my throat
But I don't think you realize
I might do it anyway
Not to sound ungrateful
Because I appreciate the sentiment
But I feel like I'm dying anyway
And smiling wont stop that
And smiling wont bring my apathy back
“Why would you want apathy?” you ask
I live in a home where every eye contact
Makes it look like you're talking back
And when you talk back
You get your possessions taken from you
One by one
And that wouldn't be a problem
If I didn't miss the little hearts on Skype.