help me, daddy. why aren't you listening?

sick of secrets
sick of crying
sick of pretending to be happy
sick of being alone
sick of the lies
sick of the bullshit
sick of the girls
sick of the boys
sick of people who don't admit it.
sick of no help
sick of not being able to help
sick of being so far away
sick of regretting
sick of trying
sick of this fake smile
sick of every mother fucking thing that i do



...so yeah...inside i'm dying more and more everyday
and there's no medicine for this sickness
the only cure is a blade
or a rope
as long as blood is shed.