When I was young
You would always tell me...
For so many years
I believed cutting was my way out...
Truth be told,
I'm not that bad...
The Lost
By Mark Spencer...
"Keep your ideas to yourself,
let no one know your fears...
Don't look at me darling
listen to the words I have to say...
Depression, anxiety and stress all part of a phase
That will last for an undetermined number of days...
Oh a tangled web we weave
When we practice to deceive...
Theres no way back
so many lives America now lacks...
You're feeling down
you can hardly face the day...
I'm sick of waking up
worrying...
All I am is just another name to you,
I'm a memory of what you went through...