I tried to die one night
Two days after my ****
The "friends" I tried to lean on
wouldn't help me escape

I was left to hurt alone
I couldn't even sleep
Started seeing him in my dreams
I guess it was too much for me

I couldn't leave my house
I felt like everyone could see
All the pain I was hiding
While he still felt at peace

And I read the messages
That broke my heart so deep
I grabbed the pills, left the phone
Tried to find the perfect place

I wrote a note so sad
When I read it I still weep
Took all the xanax I had
I wanted to fall asleep

I don't remember much else
Amnesia at its peek
Woke up in an institution
Filled with help they wanted me to seek

They diagnosed me crazy
Anxiety, depression, PTSD
Even adjustment disorder
But What does that even mean?

Who I was is now dead
Inside Is a constant scream
I'll never trust anyone
And that's who I used to be

My heart was pure and good
Now it's pure anger and mean
Second guessing everyone's intentions
Because he was evil, I didn't see

In a world where "fool me once"
Apparently means Shame on me.
dont worry my people
Maybe next time, I'll succeed.