I’ve cut
I’ve tied the rope
I’ve drunk the poison
But I’m still here
I’m tired of fighting I want out. Not sure if anyone understand but I don’t want no one to notice me. I smile and laugh like everything’s okay.. but when I get back home I hope it’s my last day. Wishing and wishing that my pain will go a way. What is it that you feel. Idk but whatever it is it’s tearing my self esteem, my happiness gradually and I’m yellin but my voice is muted by my mask.
I’ve cut
I’ve tied the rope
I’ve drunk the poison but I’m Still here
What the hell what does this […]