My Confessions

These are the things
that i keep hidden away
afraid to let them out
afraid of what you'll say

I want to kill myself
see those cuts on my arm?
thats when i tried
to cause myself harm

Yeah its true
my parents smoke pot
they swear at me
and call me names a lot

At school you wonder
why i fall behind in class
its not because I'm stupid
i could probably pass

The thing is i lack
motivation of any kind
whats the point
failure is always mine

Sometimes the tears start to fall
and no one ever knows why
but do you ever ask?
why i sit there and cry

The answers no
you don't really care
its my problem
and i guess thats fair

My depression gets worse
every single day
i know no one cares
so whats there left to say?

These are the things
that i keep hidden away
now that you know
what will you say?