He begged me to let him go
Knowing how it would break me
Called me cruel and selfish
And yet I cared for him
More than I ever thought capable

One day you’ll realise he never cared.
That day will be the most awful liberation you’ll ever have

I know I’m a terrible person
Trust me, I have to live with myself.

I cant take criticism
Which is totally a me problem
Just ends up hurting people that’s all

I’m at a weird place in my life
Where I have to decide if it’s better to be crying
Or feeling nothing at all

I guess I just want to know you’re hurting
Or at least cared

i spend more time fearing myself and wishing I was different
than hating the person who ruined my life
i force myself to act sad so people know I'm not alright

im hurting the people who love me again
like a washing machine on rinse
i repeat

sad songs are more appealing than a full meal
i can't remember the last time i looked in the mirror and felt real

i throw around terms of diagnosis because im scared to know its real
i joke about my problems because its the only way i can feel

i spent three months completely numb and didnt really care
i lie to my therapist about how im doing because its easier staying here

my mum looks at me like a stranger
where did her little girl go

dad doesnt really speak to me
the distance will just grow

im stuck in my room, my mind, my life
im stuck with a key in my hand