Trigger Warning, Pt. 1

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My Depiction

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Please heed my warning and press skip on this song if it could be triggerin'
If not, I'll take you back to my childhood where I was angsty and belligerent
I felt like, from all the other kids, my brain cells had a different type of configurin'
I believed in a god, but it was a god whom my issues were bigger than
My talk of moving out, to my father's ears, was just harmonious dissonance
Supposedly the stereotypical head-of-household lifestyle was as easy as it'll get
I attempted to live up to his merciless expectations with utmost diligence
My tendencies started to become depressive 'til that sadness became vigilant
I-i was picked on cuz my overthinking mind caused my speech to have astigmatism
Eventually I began to think I deserved it and just accepted all the criticism.
I was told cutting wouldn't help but neither would anything else, so I didn't listen
As relief streamed down, I'd pop in forbidden earbuds and bob my head with the Rhythm...

I'd tell myself "don't pay attention to the trigger warnings"
Even when I feel like a certain song was written for me
Keep what's in the past in the fucking past little homie
Remember not to pay attention to the trigger warnings
Trigger warnings
Trigger warnings
Trigger warnings
Trigger warnings

Hi, my name is Raymond and I'm a member of the Recovering Cut-Aholic Cult
I swear I wasn't hurting anybody but myself yet I was treated like I was diabolical
Puncturing skin let me release endorphins that if left bottled up would become volatile
I'd wear a plethora of bracelets
So they wouldn't call my coping mechanism comical
The rush was temporary with an aftermath like following black rainbows to no pot o' gold
One day I heard a song that made my hairs stand to the point I felt it down to the follicles
Maybe this music was to my mental illness as vaccines were to the common cold
If addictions must be replaced with other addictions, at least my body found this one potable

I'd tell myself "don't pay attention to the trigger warnings"
Even when I feel like a certain song was written for me
Keep what's in the past in the fucking past little homie
Remember not to pay attention to the trigger warnings

When they awarded the other kids with "good job", I got a dunce cap, and sticker: "boring"
I could only write one-liners and was discouraged "Maybe being a wordsmith isn't for me"
I'd go to bed haunted by each day's mistakes, meanwhile my accomplishments, ignoring
Thus every day was like waking up on the wrong side of the bed with dull, bitter morning
You may have heard "when it rains it pours" but the second I feel a drip, it's pouring
You might feel like a rain cloud hangs over your head but for me, that shit was storming
I was told my problems would stop if I moved out but I found that a bit misinforming
My whole life seemed so trauma educing I could write this on my forehead: trigger warning

I'd tell myself "don't pay attention to the trigger warnings"
Even when I feel like a certain song was written for me
Keep what's in the past in the fucking past little homie
Remember not to pay attention to the trigger warnings

I'd tell myself "don't pay attention to the trigger warnings"
Even when I feel like a certain song was written for me
Keep what's in the past in the fucking past little homie
Remember not to pay attention to the trigger warnings

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