I swear my mom wants me to kill myself.

If I let you in you’ll only want out.

I’d be happy if you were sad.

I see pain killers on the kitchen counter, I hate to see it all hurt so bad.

Pressure, pressure, we’re all dying from the pressure.

I fucking hate you so much it’s insane,
But I cry out your name when I’m in pain. 

Almost cutting myself so deep I hit a vein and had to get stitches then got sent to a mental ward, YOLO.

I’m tipping on the scale,
Caring less and less.
Can you feel the pressure?
It’s driving me insane.