Mental illness is a slow death, and I hope everyone knows that no matter what, this is a temporary feeling. Nothing lasts forever, just hold on, speak to your friends—they care.
I've thought about suicide a hundred times
But I'd hate to disappoint and see my mama cry
Birthdays these days be the worst days
Cause I know I'm getting older and not happier
Me and my father love each other but I barely show it
My siblings spread out damn my heart is broken
I wish I can turn hands of time and fix the broken shit
but I know time is something you can't get back
life moves forward not back
I sit here and tell you my problems
That's how this work, right?
I'm s'posed to be open and honest
But I got time, right?
Hey doc, do I tell 'em how I actually feel?
Or do I see a therapist and numb the pain with the pills
If you feelin' worthless, you should probably go and tell a friend
But, I should take that advice
This year has been crazy
What the fuck is my life?
My best friend got married
My other friend got pregnant
You can bet that I cried
But Tune in please be my Dr. Whoever