Thought's Grasp

Thoughts of death sneak into my head

I say I'd never do that I'm over that phase

But they creep in there and tell me it's ok

I shouldn't have to promise myself I'll die

One day so then one day it will all be over

I beat myself up over every single mistake

I make and tell myself nobody will like me

Now not anymore why would they like me

Spend time and money on me that's crazy

I'm such a burden if I wasn't I'd be liked

By others more and wouldn't be so sad

Everyone keeps thinking I'm healed maybe

I think I am sometimes as well but isn't

It all a lie and I'm really never going to get

Better.