Every day I’m fake
Every night I’m awake
Existing, just being is hell
How do I say I’m not well

I’m slipping into darkness
My head's a mess
I don’t want to leave my bed
I’m consumed by the hatred

This dislike pointed at me
These are the thoughts I have at three
“It’s a phase” they say
Then why do I feel this way

How do you know
This aching woe
This threatening dread
Just wanting to be dead

Do you know what I feel within?
Don’t say yes on a whim
Can’t you see
It’s an insult to we

Who live like this every second:
We hear the knife beckon.
If your answer is “no”
I hope it’s so

The voices fill my mind
“You’re useless” they remind
I lie all the time
I say “I’m fine”

My pages show scars
People move past like cars
Never slowing as I’m left here
Light is starting to disappear

I’m getting weaker
The future is bleaker
I can’t stand
No one will lend a hand

I’m screaming but no one hears me
With all these tears I can’t see
I’m tired of it all
I’m behind a wall

I don’t care anymore
I’m hurt to the core
I’m trying to be tough
Am I not good enough?

I can’t take it
I want to quit
I don’t think I can win
I’m broken and forgotten

I’m (not) fine