Sometime I can't breathe
Sometimes they all turn against me,
Well most times that is.
They fight me, insult me putting me to shame.
Just because I don't have cuts on myself they put me to corners, Using every form of abuse they can.
But the problem is they don't see me pop on these pills every night.
But forget about that I'll be alright.
I've got zolpidem and eszopiclone to take me to an unstable utopia.
Some prozac to help keep this smile.
I've got my best friends by my side.
So you can keep on ******* with me because I ain't got no cuts on my skin.
It's like they forget that not every depressed person cuts, depression has no limits. I run to the pills, he runs to the blade, she lives on the nicotine, he thrives off the heroine, he ***** it away or maybe they just let it devour them. We deal with it different ways not just one.
