PICK UP THE PHONE

Grey, 10th - Jackson CA
Trigger Warning: addiction, self-harm, and suicide themes that are emotionally challenging.
If you or anyone you know are experiencing this, reach out for help immediately. 

Hey, we need to talk
I know you get nervous when I say that
But I promise I’m not mad
Unlike the way you tell people you’re not sad

I can see that you’re spiraling again
As hard as you try to block out the voices, they’re getting louder
You’re addicted to anything that’ll help you forget
Substances that reduce your trauma to a silhouette

You need to feel like you’re in control
The four walls you live in are a prison rather than a home
And everyone who promised that they would stick around
Have helped dig the hole where they’ll bury you in the ground

I know you’ve been to hell and back
Danced with the devil and all of his demons
Then laughed in God’s face
With heavenly grace

You love to carve scarlet designs
And you don’t mind becoming another teen overdose statistic
You spend a lot of time fantasizing about death
And you’ve been in the bathtub a few too many times, praying for your last breath

I’m not here to tell you how to live
We both know you wouldn’t take my advice anyway
But I’m sure you know I wouldn’t be okay if you died
It would be as though I’m an accomplice to your suicide

So when you want to end it all
You’ll go to pick up the pills, the knife, anything to kill the pain screaming in your veins
But you don’t have to go through this alone
I’m here, so please, pick up the phone