They'll be looking at me
Looking at me with the eyes of dissatisfaction.
They hate it when I stay up
They don't like it if I laugh
And they get confused if I stay quiet
This shit is hard to keep up.
Got a lot of trash going through my brain
These political questions, I cannot concentrate.
A day of happiness like I'm on drugs
A week of depression, man it sucks.
My body is messed up
Either I overeat or don't eat at all
Either I oversleep or don't sleep at all.
I bleed for a whole month and then I don't for a few
And then I suffer from MDD too.
Crying over the happy things
Laughing at the sad.
When no one's watching,
I pull my own hair as if I'm mad.
The hardest I got slapped was by myself
Yeah, I do it every day.
I hit, I cry
Bones and skin doesn't hurt anymore
It's the mind that's hurting, it's the heart that's sore
Looking at my wrist, does it hurt if I cut
Standing on the top, will it hurt if I jump.
My search online triggers the helpline numbers
What's the point, it just fake-ass care.
I'm stressed out doing nothing
Can't meet the deadlines and I'm tired of breathing.
-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
DU LIEST GERADE
SUICIDE LETTERS
SonstigesI'm fine but I still write them sometimes... I think we all do it, we all feel it. We try not to give into them but sometimes we stay in that sadness and let ourselves read those rotten thoughts.
