No quick fix

 
It's nearly impossible to happy with all the negativity the world is supplying.
You say that I haven't changed and I'm not even trying.
Hearing those words makes me feel like crying.
I'm still alive but inside I'm dying.
My brain tells me lies and I keep buying.
Overwhelmed by all this weight on my shoulders that keeps multiplying.
To my doctors I say that you're not there for me and you just start denying.
Asking my finace about me because you can't keep from prying.
The urge to slice my skin is terrifying.
I thought writting it down and getting it all out would be more satisfying.