It's Real

You have no idea what i feel inside,
But why do you think i got suicide doors on my ride.
My feelings range from bad to worse,
I don't fell blessed i feel coursed
I don't have a body like a goddess well i goddess with a gut,
Guys don't like that and thats exactly why i cut.
i hate not having a guy to tell me I'm pretty,
Cuz every time i look in the mirror i think i look shitty.
Not having someone to hold me and someone to hold my hand,
Makes all the pain unbearable and this i cant stand.
A lot of people don't think i would do it they don't take me seriously,
But if they think they can live without me, then thats how it will be
There's only one way to show you how i really feel,
And when you see the blood drip from my wrists that's when you'll know it's real.