I am broken, but honestly you seem okay. As long as YOU'RE the one who reaches safety, Fuck me and my stupid emotions, depression Is not something I should have and instead You want me to suck it up and hold you while you cry. But what about me? I've got so many people who Expect me to end up successful and okay And now I'm breaking but no one is there To pick up the pieces. Because it's too much for them Even when I was there for them, He sits on his couch and ignores me Even though I helped him for days and days If I want to die, who catches my life in their hands? No one. Because I am alone, and always have been. No one tells me that they think I'll be just fine And offers a hug. Instead they say that I need to stop because my depression And suicidal tendencies freak them Out and if I want to die, Just fucking do it already.