| At the bottom of a bottle filled with pills |
| Tables turned |
| Lessons learned |
| A psych ward napkin changed the life I tried to kill |
| With three words: let it burn |
| But I’d never change a damn thing |
| Was born in 2016 |
| The day that I stood face-to-face with death |
| When my world started caving |
| It pulled me in and it made me |
| A poet for what people leave unsaid |
| Where do you run when you’re at your limit? |
| Tell me who can you trust to be the one to witness |
| You come undone |
| 'Cause I don’t feel like someone I can love |
| So close to choosing death over the feeling of not being enough |
| I wish I could heal and say it’s done |
| But I don’t know how I’m gonna fight when I’m at my |
| Limit, limit |
| Yeah, I think I’ve reached my |
| Limit, limit |
| But I’ll learn how to live with it |
| I wasn’t well but I had peace |
| I had hope |
| Normal things |
| Thought if I got the help I need |
| It could fix everything |
| I trusted medicine to save me |
| Feels like it killed me |
| With trauma in the back I forgot |
| Now I live with PTSD and pray that there’s an ending |
| 'Cause I don’t wanna die inside my head |
| So tell me where do you run when you’re at your limit? |
| (Where do you run, where do you run) |
| And tell me who can you trust to be the one to witness |
| You come undone |
| 'Cause I don’t feel like someone I can love |
| Don’t think it’s worth it talking 'bout the thoughts I tried to end with a gun |
| I just wanna heal and say it’s done |
| (Don't wanna run) |
| But I don’t know how I’m gonna fight when I’m at my |
| Limit, limit |
| Yeah, I think I’ve reached my |
| Limit, limit |
| But I’ll learn how to live with it |
| If you’re sick in ways that no one understands |
| Hope you know |
| You’re not alone |
| If we walk through hell we might as well hold hands |
| We should make this a home |
| Where do you run when you’re at your limit? |
| (Where do you run? Where do you run?) |
| Tell me who can you trust to be the one to witness |
| (When you) |
| You come undone |
| 'Cause I don’t feel like someone I can love |
| So close to choosing death over the feeling of not being enough |
| I wish I could heal and say it’s done |
| (Don't wanna run) |
| But I don’t know how I’m gonna fight when I’m at my |
| Limit, limit |
| Yeah I think I’ve reached my |
| Limit, limit |
| But together we can live with it |