They say it gets better
But it just gets bleak
The less I eat and the more I cut
I begin to grow weak
My mind is blank
My heart thumps hard
they ask if I\'m okay
But again, I put up my guard
Time went on
And the end felt near
Over the span of the day
My decision was clear
You have allergies
Take Benadryl
You have depression
The sniffles might kill
Pills are hard to swallow
Especially without water
Oh no I feel it
Dad without daughter
Ambulance blaring
And family crying
I want to sleep
Little girl dying
Fluorescent lights
Hospital bed
Doctors surround me
Wait; I\'m not dead?
They say it gets better
But it just gets bleak
I\'m recovering now
But that\'s what I used to think.