I don’t know how the hell I’m still alive
I’ve battled so many demons
Do they make me strive?
I’ve battled a cutting addiction throughout high school
It’s difficult enough living with my mental illnesses
There is no cure for these illnesses only medication
They say money can't buy happiness
But it'd at least be able to buy antidepressants
I have a multitude of emotions
Which swing from high to low
But on most days it’s low
I can’t get out of bed
I want to cut myself until I'm dead
I’ve made several attempts
But it's never enough
My demons are addicted and its so fucking hard to quit
I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I'm no meant to be a skinny girl
So I’ve resigned myself to the fact I’m supposed to be fat
