What more do you want to know about me?
I'm nothing more than just a fucked up person,
With a fucked up past and mind.
But don't tell me that I'm forever broken...
With all of the jumps I've taken,
The Grim Reaper tells me that I'm too young to die.
Who can fix my own broken heart and mind?
I was a desperate teenage tragedy looking for an escape.
I was a coward for many years.
Searching for a way to cope with the pain,
The painkillers were the first thing I took.
Addiction finally took control of my body.
For a few months of my final year,
4 hours of sleep while taking 4 pills a day.
No hands reached out to me
As I was trying to drown myself in the pool.
Would anyone grab my hand before I jumped?
The darkness lured me everywhere I went.
I pushed away all of the friends that I had,
Fearing that they were too young to know my pain.
I took more and more and more pills,
But the pain never went away from my heart.
Hiding was the only thing I was good at.
But then I saw that warm light once again...
The bottle that I kept with me in my backpack,
I took it out and threw it away for good.
My bed took more crashes each time I came home,
But it's better than going to the hospital.