You say I don't try,
Well how could I try if I'm not even in the state of mind to breathe?
How could I try if my head is in the wrong space,
The space where nothingness prevails and I'm on a single track hurtling towards self-destruction?
How could I try if I'm so busy attempting to stay alive?
How could I try if all I ever feel is dead?
My emotions and thoughts swirl around so violently that it's like a hurricane in my head and it's all I can ever do to stay afloat.
It's all I can ever do just to wake up in the morning and go on another day.

But I can't tell you that.
If I told you that, you'd ask me why,
As if I need a reason that suits you.
As if all the therapy in the world could help and as if there's anything you could do to fix it when you know **** well that you can't.
As if it's just a simple little fix and pills will cure me,

But I can't tell you that.