They see right threw you,
they might not see the pain,
the words of truth soak through,
but refreshing like standing in the rain.
Any little insult feels like a bullet,
get the pliars and what you do? Pull it.
Careful what you say, the words,
can make me worse or burst.
You don't feel the way I do,
It's like being in a bathtub of ice,
your passion disappears into thin mist,
but you can't get it back, even with your fist.
Relying on others to lift my mood,
I sorta stopped living to be "stronger",
getting weaker by the day and being rude,
I'm messed up inside and don't understand whats wrong.