Sick
Monica Cassia Grzymkowski, Kathryn Goodman, Alexandria Koehler
Sick again
More often than not at the hands of men
I'm sick to death
Just well enough to speak a final breath enough
Is it in my head? Wishing I were dead
I wanna hurl myself into the sea
Is it in my mind? Do you think I'm fine?
But then it's not like this ever meant anything to me
I lost it all
My final brain cell banged against the wall
Just one more day
Tomorrow maybe I'll wake up and say, "Enough"
And I'm not myself, I am someone else
I'm everyone they wanted me to be
And I'm not okay, I'm sick every day
But then it's not like this ever meant anything to me