Okay, fine
I lied
I'm not okay
I haven't been okay
Not for a long time

I don't remember what joy is
Or what it feels like
I thought I had
But then I watched them laughing
And I realized
That what I was feeling was not joy

And then I heard the teasing
The mean words
I saw the treatment they gave me
They think I'm stupid
And so do I
That's when the cuts started

Now I want to cry
No one cares
I don't care
Do I?
Should I?

I want to die
I want to **** myself
I think
I wish, in reality
Should I?