When I was 12 I wanted to meet my idol
I was too tired of life to stay alive so when I tried to end it I would spend an hour throwing up in my house
Mom had to work late and never found out
But that meant I had no help when I felt down
So I took the sharp knife in the kitchen I found
And I made two slits on my left arm
Too much of a pussy for self harm
So I moved it to my thighs and then told lies for the next 4 years of my life and no one questioned the pain in my eyes crying myself to sleep every night with no one to help when I wanted to die guess pain is a part of the growing, right
I lost my closest friend when she told everyone my secrets
And I tried to act like I was fine but the cuts were much deeper
I dropped a project to make it seem like I wanted her to get away
But I was just depressed that she further proved that no one really stays
So honestly I've been counting the days
Until I'm completely alone in the way
Of everyone else tryna make their place
In this world of lies and fakers and pain
Cuz in this world you really only ever have yourself
So never put your trust in anything or anyone else