I don't know why I'm crying.
There was nothing wrong.
My head just started hurting.
And I fell right to the ground.
My eyes, they started burning like they never had before.
The door had started opening.
My tears I tried to hold.
I tried to clean up the bloody mess,
as quickly as I could.
I didn't think they'd see me.
But i was misunderstood.
My mom had started screaming.
My dad ran to the phone.
He picked up and called 911 and told them what was wrong.
The ambulance came to get me.
And this is why I'm here.
In the mournful institution for the addiction I went through.
