Empty

You don’t know what it feels like So STOP your fake pretending A life is much more difficult Through the eyes of the depressing You seem so amused, you spoiled little princess The world is so different, when you have a sickness It’s waking up every day angry you’re still alive Its taking those pills, thinking you’ll be revived. You know that pencil sharpener you had in second grade? People like me have found the sharpness of the blade. My thoughts are like a flood When I see that line of blood You think I’m crazy? Yeah, so do I But your words are a trigger And although you are bitter Have a heart, because you don’t have the voices Screaming at you to make those choices “I’m fine” “I’m ok” My translation, I want to die. Because most days consist of sadness And I just want to end this madness. You don’t know what it feels like So STOP your fake pretending You need to be aware For it could be a scare When I’m gone Due to Your words