{i wrote this myself!}
Losing My Mind
I wake up in the morning, feeling like hell.
Can?t stop thinking of the bad things I wanna do to myself.
I wanna end this life full of sadness and pain.
I?m losing my mind, I think I?m going insane!
But instead, I drag myself all the way to school,
Acting like I?m okay, trying to be cool.
I hear whispers from people that think I?m so weird.
So I give them bad looks and hope they feel fear.
The teachers tell me to hide my tattoos.
But I don?t listen, I just talk back to these fools.
I dress like a gangster, to hide all my weakness.
To cover this up, I try to use meanness.
I don?t do homework, I don?t do my best.
I know I am different, I?m not like the rest.
By the end of the day, I can barely stand up.
I?m sick of this shit, I?ve had more than enough.
So I run and run, to finally make it home.
I?m so glad to be able to have some time alone.
I lock my bedroom door to cry and hide.
Thoughts of suicide pass through my mind.
I dry my eyes, and look for my treasure chest.
And inside it, I find my good old friend.
I keep it locked up, it?s never been used.
But now it?s time to load it and pull the trigger, this is what I gotta do.
Losing My Mind
I wake up in the morning, feeling like hell.
Can?t stop thinking of the bad things I wanna do to myself.
I wanna end this life full of sadness and pain.
I?m losing my mind, I think I?m going insane!
But instead, I drag myself all the way to school,
Acting like I?m okay, trying to be cool.
I hear whispers from people that think I?m so weird.
So I give them bad looks and hope they feel fear.
The teachers tell me to hide my tattoos.
But I don?t listen, I just talk back to these fools.
I dress like a gangster, to hide all my weakness.
To cover this up, I try to use meanness.
I don?t do homework, I don?t do my best.
I know I am different, I?m not like the rest.
By the end of the day, I can barely stand up.
I?m sick of this shit, I?ve had more than enough.
So I run and run, to finally make it home.
I?m so glad to be able to have some time alone.
I lock my bedroom door to cry and hide.
Thoughts of suicide pass through my mind.
I dry my eyes, and look for my treasure chest.
And inside it, I find my good old friend.
I keep it locked up, it?s never been used.
But now it?s time to load it and pull the trigger, this is what I gotta do.