I once told a teacher
"I hate therapy, I don't want to talk about it"
and he responded
"Who do you open up to"
I thought and considered
Every person who left me
Nobody knows the full story
Nobody knows that i tried to ** myself
Or that even though I said I stopped I still SH
What do I do?
As I drown under water a cry for help the people around me keep swimming
And when they get tired I whisper advice on how to swim
I can't seem to do it myself.
And in the night time while they live it up
I stay under water with nobody to save me.