I've been taking pills since six

Been in therapy since I was nine,

At eleven I questioned my mortality

At thirteen I didn't want to be alive

At the ripe old age of sixteen,

I didn't get out of bed

Laying there bleeding

A worn-out heart still beating

Born with a snake on my shoulder

Born with constant thoughts of death

Born with a worn-out heart and worn breath

Born to be the center

Of a tragic tale of love

Born to be a problem for you

But even if asked

Everything's great

I just need a nap

Just need a plate

I'm lying through my teeth

Just so you won't leave

Born to be the example of something

No one wants to be part of

Born to be given answers

That relies on typicality

Born to be the problem

That everyone flees

Born with a problem that's solution is to just suck it up and grit my teeth