Miseryland

It's time;
Time I tell everyone how I truly feel. 

The struggle is real, 

I just wanna kneel. 

The time has come

For me to just be done. 

Okay, Satan. You've won. 

Happiness? What is that? 

It doesn't matter whether we're skinny or fat, 

We'll always hate ourselves and that is that. 

I know I'm not the only one who feels this way, 

Hey, by the way, 

We're not okay. 

You think I'm happy? You've got me wrong. 

I just play along. 

So in spite, I'll write a song. 

We slowly spiral down, 

Leaving a frown, 

I'm not okay, not right now. 

Does anybody have a clue

As to what I'm going through? 

No. You just judge, don't you? 

Sit. Talk. Understand. 

Just, please, take my hand. 

Help me escape Miseryland. 

You're right;

You'll never get me, 

Never set me free, 

So just let me be. 

I've already asked for help and you weren't there, 

You didn't care, 

The pain is hard to bear. 

Oh well, I'll just sit and cry, 

Wanting to fly high, 

You say I might as well die. 

Oh, wait. Suddenly you care? 

I see you there. 

You finally grew a pair. 

Well now that you understand, 

Maybe you can

Help me escape Miseryland.