When you know that you’re about to scream,
When you barely get through the day without crying,
When you are popping pills like there’s no tomorrow –
It feels like the whole world is moving against you,
Like what’s up is down,
Like what’s right is left,
And what’s in is out.
So if I seem angry,
If I act as if you have wronged me –
Know that it’s the world that’s moving against me,
That it’s the world that makes me want to scream,
That it’s the world that brings me to tears,
That it’s the world that has me popping pills like there’s no tomorrow.
And in that moment when I yell at you,
You are a part of that world.
The world that has me running when I can’t even walk,
The world that demands that I smile when I’m about to cry,
The world that says that I have to be thankful –
Because someone has it worse.
Worse than me that have the choice to not scream,
Worse than me that have tears to shed,
Worse than me that have money for more pills than I can count.
But here’s the thing –
I didn’t want this life.
I didn’t choose to be here screaming for help,
I didn’t choose to look at the world with tearful eyes,
I didn’t choose to have to force these pills down my throat.
But I got this life anyway.
So let me tell you one thing:
Even if you mean well –
What you say doesn’t always sound as nice as you think it does.