Can we just talk about depression for a second?

Don't tell me just shut up and save it,

I've been quiet for far too long,

think it's bout time I speak out bout what's wrong. 

I'm always trapped in my mind, 

it happens all the time. 

No longer scared of getting beat,

cause it's a consequence I always seem to meet.

I've become numb to belts and hands.

If you slap me, I won't cry

until someone asks if I'm alright

you don't abuse me,

but you're the reason I have marks all over my body.

The thought of death is scary,

and really seems to get to me,

but the thought of living with you is on that I can't bear.

and honestly, if I left,

would anybody care?

When I start to talk,

people get p----- off

and tell me "Well life isn't fair!"

Trust me I know-

if life was fair, I wouldn't be here. 

Go ahead and call me selfish,

call me weak,

cuz you don't know what it's like,

trying every day not to leave-

marks on your skin,

cuz you know you won't make heaven.

You're destroying God's favorite creation,

but obviously he's forgotten you,

cuz he's left you in a state of desperation.

"just love yourself, it'll be alright"

but you don't get to say that

when you're not the one crying every night.

You cuss at me all the time,

but get p----- off when I speak my mind,

I'm sick to death of wondering how life would be,

(if you really loved me) x3 + "yeah" on 3

What if you really loved me?