Telephone Calls

When I was in the sixth grade My mental health was problematic Grades were getting low All my actions getting so erratic Watching television Even though screen was static Avoided everyone I locked myself up in the attic Only left the attic Just keep my jumper automatic Didn't talk to girls They were always actin so dramatic 17 years old is When my life really got traumatic One girl broke my heart Damn I think she turned me to an addict Already depressed So my thoughts were turning suicidal Hop into my car Drove away and then I sit and idle Everything was spinning Started spazzing had to check my vitals Shit hit the fan Now My life was on a downward spiral ADHD medication Started takin double doses Got so fucking angry That I went outside and burnt the roses Got my dads shotty Out his closet hope he didn't notice Would have been the night I forgot to go a head and load it I got lots of problems But I'm not the one to go and show it Shoot all of my shots And Every time I go and fuckin blow it Knew she was the one Man I know it man I really know it Couldn't talk about it So I had to go ahead and flow it 30 letters written Had the names checked off on a list 4 letters blood stained From the slits that's on my wrist Numbed don't feel the pain Now you finally get the gist Eleven whole attempts Thank god that I fuckin missed