It's 6, wake up time, go down the hall.
I'm greeted by others, who like me took a fall.
We're all suicidal, just everyday teens.
But if you listen closely, You'll hear our silent screams
We fill out our day sheets, and turn them all in.
Sit down and talk until the nurse comes back in.
They draw our blood, normal morning routine.
We're escorted to breakfast, never going unseen.
There's cameras in our rooms, always keeping an eye.
Watching every move, unearthing every lie
We go to group after breakfast, talk about how we feel.
And about all our smiles and the lies that weren't real
We joke and we play, just like normal kids.
But something is different about the secrets we hid.
We've all got some problems, we've all got depression.
We've all lived the lie of a happy impression.
But we all got caught, our cover was blown.
All the lies and the sadness, now publicly known.
So they sent us all here, To this hospital place.
To be kept til we're happy, til there's a smile on our face
But we all...we're just lying. "yeah we feel fine".
But we just want to leave this hospital behind.
None of us have recovered, just better at pretending.
So everybody else can have the so-called happy ending
Counting the days, watching the clock.
Staring at the doors, willing them to unlock.
To set us free from this self-induced hell.
To release us from this and what feels like a jail.
The hospital smell keeps making me sick.
The rules in this place are worse than just strict.
For three weeks I played happy, acted like I had changed.
No longer suicidal and not the least bit deranged.
And it worked! I went home! They believed what I said!
But wait...all these thoughts are still in my head.
What good did it do? Why I guess none at all.
Instead of helping myself, I got no help at all.
How could I be so stupid? Why didn't I see?
I could have got help, Could have been a new me...
But for now I still sit here, still cutting, still lying.
The outside me looks fine while the inside is dying
So I sit here for now, dead, yet still alive, as I continue to go on
through a life made of lies...



 
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