I’m Not Sick Until I’m Dead

ElenaGrace

I don't think people will take me, take this whatever it is,
Seriously if I don't have knife marks on my arms
Because that the sign you're not okay
If I‘m to get better I need your help
But you think I’m fine as I am
So it seems in order to get better, I first need to get worse
But what if it gets too bad too fast
My mentality is a sensitive thing, the edge is always close
If I get worse to get help I fear it’ll be too late
Because by the time I convince you I’m sick
I’ll be dead

  • Author: ElenaGrace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 11th, 2017 17:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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