Problems of the day

Every day there's something new
something that makes me cold
it makes me go and cut
then hide the lies untold

this week you see, the drama is
my parents just found out
they discovered that i cut
and what it was about

now they make me see a shrink
and talk about my life
they went in my room and tore it up
and took my silver knife

i had made the choice
to get help on my own
the choice i didn't REALLY make but
they wouldn't leave me alone

they would Baker Act me
if i didn't show and tell
they'd call the cops, take me away
and lock me in a cell

on top of that there is the ONE
who everyday judges me
even though she's been through this
we once set each other free

she glared at me today
and gave me the cold shoulder
and threw at me an attitude
that i thought was never colder

maybe he was right- what he said to me
"why don't you do it and die?
i'm sick of your negativity
im sick of it and you know why"

those words hit me like a brick
and i thought of them all night
and even though i hate to admit
i know inside he's right

so the problems of the day
grow bigger and bigger still
each one batters my wounded soul
and slowly starts to kill

** sorry guys, mixed emotions. sorry if its hard to understand **