I'm a lover a fighter and a seeker.
I'm a liar, a cryer, and peeper.
I'm the nicest mean girl
I'm the happiest sad girl.
I wander as I ponder life
Daydream as I think of one without strife.
I'm closing my heart and opening my eyes
Shutting my mouth and listening for the lies.
I'm slowly bleeding my tears red
'Cause of all that's been said.
I've heard good, I've heard bad
Heard so much and I'm always sad.
No longer used to the calm I'm reaching for
My minds coming and opening Pains door.
My hand no long holds my blade to my wrists
My minds stepped in to get the places they missed.
My arm is no longer a blank sheet
And my heart dies a little with every beat.
I breathe and it increases pressure
Making me think the pain is pleasure.
I stop breathing and feel the pressure increase
I can't win for losing...this depression is my disease.
