I am drowning in my guilt for thoughts that I can't shake away
and you just say the way I think is something I should just betray.
What about all the abuse that comes from voices in my head?
Will you even weep for the loss of me when I finally drop dead?
I was losing faith,
you just pushed me away.
My heart was bursting at the seams
you just kept spitting on my dreams.
I asked to get away.
You begged me to stay.
What the hell do you want?
I can't make the voices stop.


And I will take my pain to someone who can give me what I need.
I should have known this all along I should have found the guts to leave.
Because I live by what you're preaching,
but I always come up short.
My relationship with God's not something I have to report
to you.
Or anyone unless I'm shedding light.
But not for praise or for approval,
not for every stupid fight.
I know my place
and I will live by this.
Make no mistake,
I don't feel forced to hide
my dignity
or be ashamed of what's inside.
I just don't plan to abandon my morals
for one generation's pride.
I'm done.

I'm not angry I promise.
I'm just completely consumed.
All my friendships are burning,
and my family is turning
into something I can't stand.
All I need is some compassion
from the ones I love.
And they just tell me to try
I'm done.
Really this time.