Last night
I wanted to kill myself...

I’m in my friends bathroom
And I’m struggling...

I'm already view the world as a corrupt place
Being the age I am...

Crying myself to sleep again;
I sure didn’t miss this...

I lay in bed
Watching a beautiful sunrise...

She takes out the blade
Not strong enough to bear...

The thing about self-harm is
People act like it's a phase...

The branches of the trees dancing with such life,
until they die out...

Let me tell you
about a girl...

I'm stronger now,
so little things...

What do you do
when you can no longer...

I'm just struggling
Struggling to smile...