Why do people leave?

And it always happens to be,

The ones that mean the most to me.


This skin my father scolds me to thicken,

Can never grow tougher,

So I tear it and break it


Ripping to pieces

Slicing to shreds

The closest grave I got 

Is laying in bed.


I'm usually stuck, hiding in my room,

Contemplating all the urges I could do.


This depressions got me manic

these thoughts got me

Lost just like Atlantis.

Giving me your hand

Is just another trigger 

masked in panic


Doctors say it's normal to go and smile

You know your fucked up

If you forced it as a child


That flaming rage in your chest

Is just me breathing in my mild


Living at this lowest

Got my highest fucking wild