. . . TW - Hard topics.

When my stomach is empty, so is my brain.

When it is full, i cant seem to think straight.

My head seems to fill up with so many thoughts, suddenly my only escape becomes the one i try to stay clean from the most.

But id rather die then tell you whats happening in my mind.

For if you know, youll be concerned.

And ill have to give a reason for my own sadness.

But sometimes i dont have one.
What do i blame then?

So instead of telling you the truth, ill find another escape.

I'll cut, i'll cry, i'll spit out my words, i'll hang from the very rope i put above my head.

Because if you found out,
If you knew,
Youd look at me a different man.