Somebody Notice How I'm Trying.

How do you call it when you're in your head?

Like when you really keep inside of it?

I only talk to the mirror

I'm only scared of getting bigger

At least I'll never turn to cigarettes

My brother shielded me from all of that

He said that smoking was a killer

He said he knows that I've been bitter

Maybe I'm waiting for the "go ahead"

The validation that I never get

Most of the game is unfamiliar.

I just wanted you to know I was never good at coping

I never said it, but I know that I bury the baggage 'til it's out of sight

I think it's better if I hide it.

I really hope that I survive this.

-Gracie Abrams: Camden