there's no theme to my pain
there's no way to explain
there's no metaphor or hyperbolic
message to translate

i'm just throwing it up
for you to see
my blood and guts
all over the floor
careful don't slip and fall

i don't tie up my sadness
with pretty bows
and my anxiety isn't cute

it's not a fictional story
it's not a test for popularity
i don't hide the meaning

a memory i can't erase
if you're reading this
please take it from me

when i wrote those words
i wasn't lying
i really felt like dying