open wounds, open diary.

Yea bro my diary is open, but I’m feeling so stuck
Never thought that my life would be so mfing tough
Do I got real friends? I don’t know, I don’t know that’s a no
You’re bad for my life I gotta block yea you gtg

I’m feeling so stuck. This stress never stops
But niggas don’t care about my damn emotions, bitches don’t care about my damn emotions
Sipping that lean yea I call it my potion
Idc bout connections don’t care ab motion

Jus look at my wrist you know it has been open
I gotta vent, yeah my diary is open
She’s tryna make me mad nigga by posting, she’s tryna make me mad nigga by kissing the other guys I’m not the other guys
I got some cuts on my wrist nigga yea I just gotta hide nigga I gotta hide

I never felt like I was good enough. I never felt like I was good enough. I never felt like I was strong enough
Wish I could talk to my grandma, hoe’s calling me I won’t answer
Cut on myself I’m so messed up, relapsed this year I done messed up. But I was just tryna kill myself, but I was just tryna end my life