When you're this close to death
Do you have time for prayer
When you've suffered this long
Do you really care
If they say it gets better
Cause I'm much easier to ****
Than I am to repair

I've heard sorrow is just weakness
And that depression is a crutch
They've tried to stuff me with "magic pills"
But... They don't do much

But that isn't what I want
I don't want a temporary patch
I want someone to be there
I want someone to have my back

"It's okay to be sad
It's normal to be angry
Don't let them say something
Out of the ordinary
You're trying your best
And I am proud of you
And just see those impossible things
As just little tests
You're doing your best in your own way
And I'm here to tell you that it is okay"