

Am I okay?
Would you
stay,
If I told u that I’m dying today?
I’m sick and tired My brain is wired Differently than what they
say. Cus my only Hope is myself
And we know at this point I’m not going anywhere else.
These silent tears with no bells,
Are ringing in my ears and it feels like hell.
So why is it me?
Who has to suffer unconditionally?
(feels like hell)
Why is it me who has to plead?
Damaging the insides of me.
And in these fake domains
My parents yell my name.
And I just plaster that fake smiling face,
That you see everyday.
Bc if u ever say anything…
Our parents will only say…
That ur jst being dramatic,
ur hormones ur body’s established is going in panic,
or” ur talking back to me.”
Why cant parents see?
Weren’t they a teen?
Is someone here to see the pain life has caused me?
(caused me)