End:

A cut on my arm

A cut on my leg

How have I been so brave?

They me what happened as i’m bleeding out

I told them it was an accident, I ran into the shelf

But what they don’t know about my arm damped with blood

Is that I did it myself

 

They ask me why

I cry

They tell me no more

But I can’t settle the score

Between me and my depression

My anxiety too

I bet I make a bad impression

On not just your kids but you too

 

I try to survive

But I can’t help but to cry

I try explaining to you how I feel

As we’re standing in the kitchen

Tears running down my face

But...you don’t want to listen

 

You tell me i’m on my phone too much

That I got these ideas from offline

What you don’t understand is that I love you a bunch

And I want to be ok, or fine

I’m not doing this to hurt you

Or the rest of my friends and family too

I just want it to end

Don’t you?