Look in the mirror before you criticize

Would you belive me that I have changed?
How can I still see your arms as my escape?

What’s wrong with me?
I know what the therapists say, but seriously!

I know I have depression, your sick of hearing my confession.
Im sick of someone preaching to the choir but not following the lesson.

What’s wrong with me?

What kind of person keeps going back to the things that make the pain worsen?
What kind of person would do it in the first place?

Why does it break my heart to let people go,
but they live their lives like I’m a stranger, someone that they don’t know.
They’ll only miss me when I’m 6ft below.