Manage me, I'm just a mess
I'm only half read, my story finished here
I want to rid myself of this dead weight
and fly again but it's
not enought for me
I hope this is my worst because
I couldn't handle another
breakdown
I'm sick of watching everyone pass
me by and I'm stuck here
wasting time, going crazy
I make-believe, pretend i'm fine
everyone turns away and
I'm still living the lie
There was a breakthrough, and I thought
"This could be all I've waited for"
"This is everything, I can't
dream anymore"
And do you think I've gotten better?
I'll let you answer that yourself
using the red lines scattered on my body
because that skin, to me
does not read
'fine'.