Ay had a conversation with my self ya feel like a patient in a fuckin hell, tryna not lose me but I died when I was 3 getting abused and hurting everyday ya pop a couple pills slit my wrist and head to hell the more I try to get help the more it get worse happy full of light till I meet my fucking self ya a kid dat fake a smile to help someone else a type of kid dat says he fine but really isn't well no matter what I do I can't find the strength to get away from this pain if you go tho pain you will understand me inside of my brain the devil telling me what to do I googling suicidal help ya im googling suicide letter and more dear momma im trynna get better but I can't cope with this pain nomo ya everybody say they fuckin love you but they really don't saying promises just to brake it in the end I can't escape the person I see in the mirror depression always been apart of me its the other part of me everyday I feel like im dying slow inside my brain there's nowhere to fucking go demons in my mind so I'm just drawing myself with the liquor just too feel numb not too feel dis pain ya