This world wasn’t made for me

This world wasn’t made for me
Count the scars on my wrist (1,2,3)
This society was built to spite us
Built on money, lies and false trust

Mentally ill and lost all my faith
In a humanity that divides by sexuality and race
Everyone says I need to grow up
And I don’t think 20’s grown enough

I wasn’t ready for this life, can’t blend
I fucking hate this body I’m in
I can’t drive without a panic attack
It’s days like these I want my innocence back

Lately I’ve grown out of touch with old friends
When we promised we’d never do that again
Lately I’m thinking about my hurts
And how the boy I loved treated me like dirt

I’ve been hurting, so whеre is the healing?
Using mеdication to fix what I’m feeling
Omnipresent shadows press against my eyes
They blur my vision and then I cry

So many scars I’m losing count
I try to go up but I let everybody down
Mentally I’m still in that small town
Full of shallow people with their homecoming crown