Making Me

Breaking down from head to toe

Im breathing so hard but im moving so slow

I feel so dead inside I cant even cry

Iv lost my heart and soul

Im so hot but im so fucking cold

Im screaming inside of this cell

Im freezing inside of Hell

Im sick of fighting im sick of trying

Im tired of beliving im tired of lying

This much is true

But what im sick of the most is you

You give me this you give me that

You tell me you hate me and you take it back

what is this and what the fuck was that

You love me

You hate me

How can you complain

You made me

You made me question everything that I feel

You made me rely on these pills

And you want to complain that im insain

Breaking down from my head to my feet

Im beating down theses walls but all I find is defeat

It leads to pain that drives me insain

Right back to the pills

The pills that kill

Every inch of me

I cant see

I cant breath

All i can do is scream inside this cell

All i can do is freeze inside my own fucking Hell

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Making me
If you have not lived any of this
What could you possibly call pain
You have not even scratched the surface

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