my body is gross
my mind is even worse
they say its a phase
i say its a curse
i force pills down my throat
because they think i need fixing
i hope that they work
i hope they know what theyre mixing
i cant find releif
i cant find serenity
i have no way to escape
i lost my identity
they tell me to stay here
dont die they scream
but all i see are selfish people
they dont care about what i dream