fucked up kid
I dont know what the hell im doing anymore.I say i dont need help,but it still hurts when the people who are supposed to care about me see my wrist's an dont care.It makes me wonder if theyd even give a damn if i was just gone,maybe for good.Im running for destruction,im standing on an edge an theres no one there to catch me.All the people who promised they'd never let me fall,were are you now?Now that i need you,you've all remember prior engagments,you say just send me to a shrink,get me medicated an it will all be better.It will never be better until its finnaly fucking quiet in my head,until i stop seeing things that were never there,until i stop hearing people that dont fucking exist.I keep hoping someone will save me,but its looking like ive got no way out.Maybe people like me dont deserve to be here,maybe we dont deserve to be saved,maybe i should just.idk.i just want it to be quiet.