Whenever I’m happy I become sad
Whenever I’m sad I become disconsolate

A gloomy cloud hangs over my head -
Showering me in black thoughts,
Soaking me in dangerous emotions
Weighing me down with what if questions

Everyday my heart hands out invitations
Everyday my minds says I should know better
Nothing’s wrong with being emotional
Nothing’s wrong until the pain have to be released
I keep my pride n tell everyone lies

I’m tempted to turn my pain physical
To mark my skin
To cut my thighs
It’s something I could hide
Something that would make me feel relieved inside