4/7-10: a hell for me
Imagine what it would be like
To see it all just pass you by
But you're being suspicious
Cause you already seen these times
The heartache is the strongest pain
That I am fighting every day
All my thoughts and memories
have turned into a hell for me
I'm high on all the love I get
Thankfull that I get some help
Praying every night, it'll be right
That one day I'm fine
Anxiety's still fucking me up
I just keep on falling when I'm standing on the top
Painting on my body when I feel down "fuck it"
All the pain, I'm not protected, I just can't block it
Writing down my thoughts, they turn to notes and a song
Everytime it's all the same, explaining that I'm not strong
Enough to handle and gamble through this life
That I'm sick and tired and crying tears can't make it right
Painting one or two pictures just so I can show
All the things about this little girl that you didn't know
Every weekend drinking, I just felt how I was sinking
Lower than the bottom, there's no end, I couldn't fought 'em
Now it's been two years since I begun to feel pain
Two fucking years of screaming and scars from all blades
Two fucking years that I've been feeling the same
Two fucking years that I've been lost in the game
But I'm starting all over, try to live a new way
But even tho' how hard I try, the shit in me will just stay
I was feeling fine and I laughed just yesterday
But I've been thinking and kept sinking, if you look at today
I have thoughts inside of me that just can't be explained
Fucking nightmares in my head even tho' I'm awake
I could say that I feel better mentally, but that be lying
And what would that be of a start if I just stopped fighting?
Fighting for my life, to be sober leave the poision
I can't keep walking on this road making these fucking choices