my lips have been glued,
my hands have been tied.
i'm told to keep quiet,
but would it matter if i died?

everyone wants me to forget,
to move on like it's easy.
but that's not how it works,
can anyone even see me?

i went through a hell
so deep and real.
why can't anyone grasp,
that perhaps i need help to heal?

**** everyone,
**** what they think.
they are all the reason
i need drugs to sleep.

i never asked for my life
to become this dark.
i used to be so alive,
now, every day, i  fall apart.

something is missing,
although it's not him.
he can't replace what i once felt,
my heart will never win.