I’m doing great...
"How are you doing" is something I'm asked everyday
But no matter how I feel my answer stays the same
"I'm fine, I'm good, I'm A okay!"
Exept that isn't what goes on in my brain
"You're worthless" It screams in the dead of night
"You're weak" It sneers when I try to fight
"You disgust me" It says out of spite.
"You don't deserve it" It calls when I reach for the light
Maybe you don't care what goes on in my brain
Maybe you're wondering if my body's the same
If i'm still at the top of my game
Or if I'm starting to go a little lame
Well my body is dying, that's just a fact
I'm getting light headed, it's turning black
My head is pounding, but i'm to scared to ask
For the little bit of help that might get me on track
So I'll sit here in silence with a smile on my face
I'll sit here real quite, feeling like a disgrace
I'll sit here with patience and try to erase
This stupid, little, waste of space...