Hey fragile girl, with your unsteady hands,
Don't worry about them, They treat you like...
I found myself in my depression.
Held confessions despite suggestions and learned...
I'm worthless.
They tell me not to believe it...
My dear little sister, as you lay on the bed,
Cold and alone, as if you were already dead...
Because every second of every day I learned how to...
And it hurt but I slowly got better...
I think it's time to let go now,
I should've left when it begun...
Born in a world where money and looks mostly...
lived in a place where shouts and screams replaced...
I am so sick
Of pretending I'm okay...
The thoughts are back
The dangerous ones that make me wish I was dead...
These thoughts
Tugging my mind down...
Dreams not dreamt are those of which I am most...
Leading my wandering mind to follow close with...
I feel so awful
When my mood changes on you...