Mental Health

Tylerhateslife

Compositor: Tylerhateslife

I think about killin' myself on the daily
Everyone loves but I feel like they hate me
I can't explain the way that I feel so everyone feels like I hate them, I hate me
Blaming myself for all of this hell
Mama would tell me I need to get help
But she isn't here 'cause she followed through
I guess that explains my mental health

Help, I've been through Hell
I used to fantasize about being like everyone else
But Satan took my mom away, my other mom just bailed
I haven't seen my sister since my dad's locked in a jail
Inside his own mind
I sit alone at night and cry in my studio
Begging God, please just tell me why
The only one that really cares is my wife
Don't get me wrong she's all I need
But even she has a family
Who am I supposed to talk to
When I got questions about being a father nobody responds to?
I'm tired of learnin' on my own
I just want my kids to grow up in a happy home
They're happier when daddy's home
But they would rather see me working nine to five
You can't afford to sacrifice, just give up all your dreams and cry
But tell your kids that they can fly
I wonder why we always fight and why I'm at an all time

I think about killin' myself on the daily
Everyone loves but I feel like they hate me
I can't explain the way that I feel so everyone feels like I hate them, I hate me
Blaming myself for all of this hell
Mama would tell me I need to get help
But she isn't here 'cause she followed through
I guess that explains my mental health

Help, I've been through Hell
These voices tellin' me I'll never make it out of my cell
I used to walk the hallways and I talked to myself
Now I got people always tryna tell me they proud
I don't believe you, I've never seen you
I'll never please you, never need you
So please relieve you, I'm pleased to leave you
Here's a review, your heart is see-through
It's hard to see through
If I'm beneath you then let me beat you
I need some peace to breathe, 'cause everybody's countin' on me
And sometimes I just can't sleep
My mind's got me on my knees

I never thought my life would come to this
I know that Jesus made me for a purpose but I feel I might succumb to this
Pressure in my head, you're better off dead
I'm a mess, what's success if you have no one left to share it with?