People say they want to help where’s my help when I’m crying in my room with a blade in my hand
No one now’s the pain I’m going through yet they act like they do
Yet I’m fighting my demons in the dark so I’m fucking sorry I can’t take on your demons too
I’ll just go hide under my pillow and blankets and take on yours demons too
There’s blood on my hands the blood looks poisoned with hatred and love
I love you. I truly do, but I’m breaking under this pressure, I would never wish this weight upon anyone else but myself
