I feel like a waste of space
I have not changed my clothes in days, i lay in bed and hope it fades
My room is prison but its safe
Call me a coward cause i wanna die but you'll never know what its like in my mind
White bedsheets so i wont slit my wrists
Gotta hide the stains like i hide my pain, like the hoodie up on my face
Im suicidal but you'd never know cause i don't care to show it
Ive been down that road and it ends in a broken heart
Open wounds that turn to scars
How do you feel when i tell you i'm broken
Emotions you feel, they keep me from coping
I wanna get better but its in my coding
Life has no worth to me
I blow my friends off purposely
Your prayers are nice but they're just word to me
I am convinced that theres nothing in life that will give me a purpose, a reason, Something to believe in
I need it i know that emotions are fleeting
Im trying my hardest but i feel defeated
Giving myself all the closure
I need by buying white bedsheets so i do not bleed