You shouldn’t ask me how I’m doing
If you do, expect to be lied to
Even when I’m crying I’ll stay up to comfort you
Nothing that I do for them is good enough
Why are they never comforting
The voices in my head ruined everything I love
They keep on screeching
Why can’t I just be “normal” as they say
What’s the point of being here if they just don’t care
I think of these things when I lay
In bed and I stare
At the ceiling
While thinking
And sometimes I wonder
If I take a breath of fresh air
Would my brainstop it’s thunder?
Would they finally care?
Its so niceeeeeee