My bed has become a house
With four tight walls surrounding that sometimes slowly cave in
Until I can't move a muscle
Until I can't breathe

This is the worst part of my existence
When I am all of the grossest parts of myself
Although some days I am happy
Often way too happy

But these days often get lost in the mix when the next day
I become so upset that I can't remember what it's like to want to go outside

Giving myself time all alone it's a mistake that hurts my brain
It spirals me into a deep sadness when asked why I can't explain
My body aches, my heart breaks, my face has been swollen for days
And honestly I'm so sick and tired of trying not to feel this way

My bed is my new best friend
With two strong arms inviting me to stay wrapped up all day
Until I can't speak a sentence
Until I'm empty

This is the worst part of my existence
When I am all of the grossest parts of myself
Although some days I am happy
Often way too happy

But these days often get lost in the mix when the next day
I become so depressed that I can't remember what it's like to want to be alive

Giving myself time all alone it's a mistake that hurts my brain
It spirals me into a deep sadness when asked why I can't explain
My body aches, my heart breaks, my face has been swollen for days
And honestly I'm so sick and tired of trying not to feel this way