I'm crazy, you say,
When it's convenient for you.
Use my medication,
As an excuse.
Write me off like my feelings aren't real,
Say what you want because,
You have no fear.
Who would believe someone like me?
Cutting my wrists just to see myself bleed.
"You're crazy, you're mad."
Don't make me laugh.
Being with you is what's making me sad.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
I'm crazy, you say,
When it's convenient for you.
Use my medication,
As an excuse.
Write me off like my feelings aren't real,
Say what you want because,
You have no fear.
Who would believe someone like me?
Cutting my wrists just to see myself bleed.
"You're crazy, you're mad."
Don't make me laugh.
Being with you is what's making me sad.
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