Cut On The Crease

I never know if I’m in control
Or if my actions are dictated by my choices to this day
It’s overwhelming in a subtle kind of way
But I just wanna be consumed
And start fresh with this knowledge I’ve acquired to seek help when I needed it
I’d tell my parents not to stick it out for us
So I don’t isolate myself at fifteen and bury this underneath
Oh, I know you’re trying to mend this
But don’t pretend like you know me well
I hate to say it but the damage is done
I learn to live without dependency
And all it did was leave me fucking lonely
And function solely for the purpose of one
There’s too many cases out there for me to count
And we just sit in silence as the damage amounts
It rips and tears us apart
And it won’t hit hard until it’s too late
So I should just take some time
And try to fix what is left
Before I’m old and alone filled with regret