I'm sick of my own mind tired of being sad all the time tired of never being able to sleep and when I do it's never enough One of these days I'm afraid I'll lay down and never get up
they give me meds but they barely work and angry words only make it worse I'd tell the truth but I'm too afraid that those once kind eyes will fill with hate I'm trying so hard I swear I am but I'm too broken for you to understand
there's lines on my thighs that aren't easily explained and I find it easy to ignore the hunger pains I'm starving but I can't make myself eat I hate myself but love watching myself bleed I say that I'm fine and put on a smile But really I've been broken for quite a while