it's easy i suppose to ignore the neon pills to look past the crumpled notes to forget the stained face but it wasn't easy i suppose to ignore the teachers qualms to look past the overnight stay to forget the growing grudge
my life still hangs by a thread but its easy i suppose
suicide wasn't something i attempted in order to hurt you, it was an escape. However, it hurt me that you saw all the warning signs, confronted me and STILL denied me help. STILL pretended it didn't happen. It took school intervention in order for you to even consider this was real, and even then you did it so you didn't appear as a bad parent. but go off i guess