Don't tell me you know how I feel. You don't know a **** bit of how I feel. You don't know how I feel until you're sitting on the bathroom floor unable to breathe trying to talk yourself off the edge. Until you feel the easy way out is the only way to go, you don't know how I feel. Staring down the razor in hope somebody will walk in and save you before the razor tries to save you selfishly. Holding the bottle trying to convince yourself that what's inside may be help for something, it won't help you and your problems. Until you stare in the mirror and see a different reflection other than yourself. Until the reflection in the mirror is a demon and you want to get out but you can't. You don't know how I feel so please don't try to understand.