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HELP!
I wake up in the mornings
Sinking halfway to the bottom
There's a loud distorted screaming in my soul
Everything is dark and empty
And I don't know how to fix it
So I curl up in a ball
And cry in the comfort of my home
I don't know why
I feel like **
I say I'm fine but I'm not fine
I'm dying inside
And all I see are demons
I try to hide
All my deepest feelings
I'm dying inside
And all I see are demons
I try to hide all my deepest feelings
I think there's something wrong with me
'Cause all I see is death
Everytime I go outside
I look like I've been doing meth
And I sleep for nineteen hours on a Thursday afternoon
And every now and then I cough up blood
And I don't know what to do
I don't know why
I feel like **
I will not see a therapist
HELP HELP HELP ME!!!
Ladies and gentlemen, if you wanna ** kill yourself put your ** hands up!!!! Razor blades in the air everybody!!!!!
I'm dying inside
And all I see are demons
I try to hide all my deepest feelings
I'm dying inside
And all I see are demons
I try to hide all my deepest feelings
I can hear you. Things are like this until we decide to change them. Sometimes it takes chemistry to get out of the hole too (some get it from doctors, others on the street). I can only tell you there is life on the other shore too, but no-one will swim the river for you. The current will be trying to get you, people will be telling you things : good things and bad things. Just like that. Keep on swimming, a stroke by stroke case. There IS a light that never goes out. Inside you. Hence your poetry.
Oh ** u ok bc I would really see a therapist if u think like that bc that will really lead to something bad u will do
EMO!