I am sitting in the corner
Dark rooms gets darker
I move my body fast and fast
I'm in stress, in depression
I cannot breathe, Someone help me
I don't want pills, i throw them away
Doctor keeps screaming, holding me
I try to run, but i can't...
Why are walls like they are covered by pillows?
Why are walls white? why is the door locked?
Oh my god I'm so alone
I'm so depressed and stressed
Pills are not made for me
Life is not made for me
So many times I've cried
I miss my mom and my dad
When can i go home?
