Fashion statement
By Thequietkid
Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Eating cake, mental breaks, counting down the time it takes.
when will the pills take away the heart’s ache?
Staring at the stars till they fade away,
The sky cracks as darkness breaks,
And the sun dawns on a brand new day.
Congratulations, you survived another day.
Mental illness is not a choice, but still some wear it on their sleeve.
Like a scarf or summer hat, left to flow gently in the breeze.
They are the ones that don’t understand this is not a game,
It is just as pathetic as pretending to be lame.
Listen up people! Being a little blue doesn’t make you depressed.
Just because you can’t sit still and follow rules, it doesn’t mean its ADHD.
When you’re relaxing and watching TV,
Up comes something new, that you might see.
So you think to yourself “that could be me”.
You don’t realise the damage it’s done,
To countless lives, even to those who won.
But still you’ll pretend the illness is deep within,
When in reality you’re fine, but a fairy tale you begin.
Bragging to all who will listen about your life changing vision,
Acting that way becomes your brand new mission.
Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Eating cake, mental breaks, counting down the time it takes.
Sometimes I’ll approach the door,
Then crash down to the floor.
I can’t do this anymore.
It’s easier to pretend like I don’t give a damn till the end,
My mind won’t break, but it can bend.
Every day….every single fxxxing day…this is what I must suffer,
But very few of us understand anymore.
This ain’t our choice, this isn’t fashion.
We don’t see the blade thinking this is our passion.
Mental illness is not a choice, but still some wear it on their sleeve.
Like a scarf or summer hat, left to flow gently in the breeze.
They are the ones that don’t understand this is not a game,
We don’t get taken seriously anymore…..and they’re the ones to blame.
They’re the ones to blame…..
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They’re the ones to blame…..
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Are they the ones to blame…..
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Are they the ones to blame…..
……….
Are we the ones to blame…..
when will the pills take away the heart’s ache?
Staring at the stars till they fade away,
The sky cracks as darkness breaks,
And the sun dawns on a brand new day.
We never did talk about the trouble it caused,
Friendships shattered, lives in flames, but still we kept the curtains drawn.
Maybe if we told them what its like to be us,
They would keep away and the facade they’ll give up.
But you can’t blame the victim just because you can’t see the attacker,
The victim and attacker are merged as one.
(“Its just so hard now. People don’t see this as a disability. I tell people about it but they just laugh it off like “lmao! I’m exactly the same”…BUT THEY’RE NOT! …..I’m sorry,…I’m sorry. It just gets me so mad when they……when they just can’t see reality. This is not a game. I’m not pretending that I’m not okay. How has the world reached the point where they now glorify mental illnesses, like they’re shopping for new gloves or dresses.”)
Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Eating cake, mental breaks, counting down the time it takes.
Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Acting fake, away it takes, takes from those with the mental breaks.
Suicidal, temperamental, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.
Light a fire, let it bake, out comes the cake for our sake.
