Sick

(Verse 1) I was just a kid when the world drew b***d, Smiled in my face, then left me in the mud. Needles in my skin before I knew the word “pain,” Doctors with cold hands, no one could explain. Whispers in the halls, I was “too much,” “too sick,” Prayers from fake mouths made me fucking sick. God never came, just the nights and the shakes, And people who love you until you break. (Pre-Chorus) Do you know what it’s like to cry and taste metal? To beg for a breath while they say you’re special? I carried my heart in a box with chains— They all love the girl, just not her pain. (Chorus) Pretty when I break, right? That’s what they want— A tragedy in lace, a soul to haunt. Tell me to smile while I rot inside, Call it “drama” when I almost died. You’ll never know what I had to survive— But I’m still breathing, still not alive. (Verse 2) Said “it’s just a phase,” said “you’ll be fine,” While I traced goodbye in a bathroom line. Bruised from words no one thought could k**l— Guess cruelty looks better when it’s dressed in guilt. Hands that shook, but I held on tight, To rage, to fire, to sleepless nights. I screamed in poems no one reads, Bled out my truth where the silence feeds. (Bridge) Do you even see the wreckage here? Every year’s a grave, every month a fear. You call me dramatic? You weren’t there— When I drowned in pills and no one cared. (Chorus) Pretty when I break, right? That’s what they want— A tragedy in lace, a soul to haunt. Tell me to smile while I rot inside, Call it “drama” when I almost died. You’ll never know what I had to survive— But I’m still breathing, still not alive. (Outro) I’m still here, yeah— But I was never whole. They loved the mask... And buried the soul.