Trapped

Trapped
That’s just how I feel in this place
What does it mean?
What do I do?
Nobody knows

That’s what hurts the most
The only thing I can turn to
Is sharp objects
They help me through it
They are my friends

Only some people understand that
I’m lucky that my best mate is one of them
I tell others not to do it
Yet I do it myself
I’m so confused

The meaning of life?
To die
I mean we all do at some point
Whether we’re meant to or not

Love
There is no such thing
In this cruel world
We pretend about feelings
Just to get what we want
Ending up hurting others

Guilt
It gets everyone
In different ways
It pulls us under
Turns us crazy
Mad in the head

Leaving us screaming for help…