Suicidal Letters

Can’t you see that I’ve been broken for a while now
Cause nowadays I don’t know what its like to smile now
Cause my heart it has been broken, things have changed since we’ve last spoken
I struggled to make you happy, and you left me out in open
And now they call mr. lonely,
I’ve been struggling all my life, but they won’t know, cause they don’t know me,
And then you left me,
Girl you got me stressing, I gave you my one hundred, but you didn’t like the best me,
And i can’t ever trust another women on this earth
Cause you can give them everything at the end they still hurt
Making excuses how they isn’t feeling happy
So you give up on your life, tryna see why they not happy

It’s been a struggle just to keep you here,
You want me far, but i need you near
I’m really struggling just to keep you here
And suicide is my biggest fear

And through the darkness and the pain,
Girl you know that I still changed,
Tried to get us back the same, but you didn’t want the same, so you left me there in pain
And you know I tried to fix it,
I done tried the drugs, drank a lot, sometimes I tried to mix it,
I swear that none of that worked, I done put all of my feelings on every single verse, im still Hurt
And you know that, I really want my hoe back, I wish that life was insta, so I can post a little throwback
My heart is broke, but yours is too
You said you loved me, girl I loved you too
The only difference was that mine was true,
But no matter what you did, I swear I cant hate you

I pour a cup every night, just so I can escape
They call me Mr. Lonely, I swear fuck a heart break
Im lost, I don’t even know myself
I feel like im a fucking bother, when im asking for help
So I don’t, and that shit just keeps killing my health
Because I suffer mental illness, I keep that to myself
So nobody knows, and thats the way its gotta be
Because the world is so fucked, I never have a chance to breathe.

The only time they’ll know my name, is when its next to RIP.
The only time they’ll know my name, is when its next to RIP.

I do this for all my people, on the struggle
I hope you know that in the end it do get better,
I know it feels like there might be no tomorrow.

But write a verse, instead of suicidal letters.
But write a verse, instead of suicidal letters.