Everyone tells me
"It gets better"
"Its fine"
When things just keep getting worse
You wouldn't tell that "everything is fine" if you felt like me
Crying in your room till 4am every night
Cutting open your wrists and thighs
Just so you can feel alive
Asking yourself why you're still here
Feeling too depressed to go on
So no, don't tell me "it gets better"
When you don't even understand what I'm going through