Things are going on at home
The depression is suffocating
I no longer know right from wrong
And I no longer care
I'm not who I used to be
So innocent and care free
I used to be a flower
But now I am dipped in black paint
And splattered with blood
I don't understand what happened
And I don't really want to know
But I want everyone to know I'm trying,
I'm trying not to show
How much I'm hurting
And I'm confused
I don't know why I'm miserable
And why I'm feeling used
But I am trying
And even though I'm crying
And inside I'm dying
And everyone around me is lying
I just soak it up and start sighing
Because I won't take it forever
I'm waiting for my instincts to kick in
I won't say never
But now it's not a sure thing.
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