Trust me
I know how it feels to lock yourself in your room...
Mason jars consume me,
restricted oxygen...
Her only contact is that of self abuse
and the demons whispering cruelly...
There she goes again,
Says all her friends...
Every single time i close my eyes i have this...
somewhere for me to laugh and be whom i want to be...
Front the mirror, i lay my shadow down
the blue eyes of sorrow stare deep within...
People underestimate mental illnesses. They...
& I can't stand the way people treat the ones...
It took my mind when it came
This frightening illness...
What made her act?
I want to tell you a story of a sad but strong...
Your eyes are like water,
drowning me in the sorrows...
I'm done with the tears
I'm confronting my fears...
Perhaps someday
we'll remember...