I got Sunday blues
No actually I got Monday blues
No scratch that
I got everyday blues
I'm out here looking for somebody to save me
To save me from myself
To save me from reality
But I'm T R A P P E D
Almost literally
I'm broken from the inside out
They say it's not my fault
Going from one diagnosis
To another
But why even bother
Going from ptsd
To bipolar
To bpd
To anexity
And don't forget my best friend ana
And her sister bulimia
Swallowing pill after pill
Numbing my brain
Numbing my body
No more pain
No more reality
From drs
And friends
To mothers
And foes
Refusing to acknowledge
Their roles
My minds a ticking time bomb
My words are the explosion
And my scars are the aftermath of my feeling
T
R
A
P
P
E
D
