At first, it's just a silly thought you put in your head
you think to yourself "Why would anyone be so stupid?"
you'd never put the ones you love through so much pain. Never.
besides, there's nothing in this world that can't be solved.
those people are just cowards.
it's just an easy way out.
No. you convince yourself that you are far from that.
you'd never ever think of killing yourself.
Then one day the world you know starts to shatter.
piece by piece, everything you hold so dear breaks and slips away.
you become afraid, so much so that when you smile, you question your sincerity
slowly, the hands that once held yours become a comfort you can barely recall
by trying to mend the wounds, the grave you dig for yourself grows deeper
to fill the void, you drown yourself in all the decadence the world has to offer
you gamble away your integrity, and sell all the humanity that's left in you
all just because you'd rather not go back to an emtpy home. afraid.
you knew somehow you'd lose yourself but you just didn't realise when it happened.
you don't stand for anything that matters anymore, not to you,and much less to anyone else.
there are cuts on your wrists that bleed only a fraction of what you're feeling inside
you cry alone in the shower and not even the water washes away your tears
on the empty streets you walk, you suddenly realise you don't have anywhere to be
there's no longer anyone waiting for you on the other side of the road
make it stop. make it stop.
it seems that you were wrong when you thought it would never be this bad
you're lying to your family and your friends don't know who you are
you're so desperate to feel loved that you'd settle for anything that comes close
the syringe, the needle, the spoon, and the fire. does nobody see the bruises on your arms?
who are you? what have you done?
you haven't eaten but the hunger is secondary to the trembling fever, aches and screams
it's an everyday abuse you put yourself through. do you realise? do you know?
time and time again you knew this had to stop. you are an addict. you say you're in control. you lie.
analyse yourself, take a step back and look, what was it that happened that has scarred you so?
buried in a hole, sealed in a box, you hid your secret so deep, nobody will believe
nobody will believe that no matter how much you cry, it doesn't feel better
nobody will believe that to you, to live a day, is to survive the same painful moments, over and over again
nobody will believe that on the day that he died, you knew you died with him too
nobody will believe, maybe because nobody will listen
this is the dead end they've always warned you about
this is the consequence you thought only others had to accept
you went too far, too deep, too fast
there's the bottle of sleeping tablets that you've been saving up
there's the bed that you'll always remember where his dead body lay
and here's the syringe with the drug that will make all this go away
this is it. it's been twenty years too much to take.
you lay the letters you've written so many times over
you wanted someone to hear your pleas, maybe this time, they will
you slowly grow weary, you realise it's time
this is the final glance at the world that has taken so much from you
let go and reach into oblivion, there's nothing left for you here
you think to yourself "Why would anyone be so stupid?"
you'd never put the ones you love through so much pain. Never.
besides, there's nothing in this world that can't be solved.
those people are just cowards.
it's just an easy way out.
No. you convince yourself that you are far from that.
you'd never ever think of killing yourself.
Then one day the world you know starts to shatter.
piece by piece, everything you hold so dear breaks and slips away.
you become afraid, so much so that when you smile, you question your sincerity
slowly, the hands that once held yours become a comfort you can barely recall
by trying to mend the wounds, the grave you dig for yourself grows deeper
to fill the void, you drown yourself in all the decadence the world has to offer
you gamble away your integrity, and sell all the humanity that's left in you
all just because you'd rather not go back to an emtpy home. afraid.
you knew somehow you'd lose yourself but you just didn't realise when it happened.
you don't stand for anything that matters anymore, not to you,and much less to anyone else.
there are cuts on your wrists that bleed only a fraction of what you're feeling inside
you cry alone in the shower and not even the water washes away your tears
on the empty streets you walk, you suddenly realise you don't have anywhere to be
there's no longer anyone waiting for you on the other side of the road
make it stop. make it stop.
it seems that you were wrong when you thought it would never be this bad
you're lying to your family and your friends don't know who you are
you're so desperate to feel loved that you'd settle for anything that comes close
the syringe, the needle, the spoon, and the fire. does nobody see the bruises on your arms?
who are you? what have you done?
you haven't eaten but the hunger is secondary to the trembling fever, aches and screams
it's an everyday abuse you put yourself through. do you realise? do you know?
time and time again you knew this had to stop. you are an addict. you say you're in control. you lie.
analyse yourself, take a step back and look, what was it that happened that has scarred you so?
buried in a hole, sealed in a box, you hid your secret so deep, nobody will believe
nobody will believe that no matter how much you cry, it doesn't feel better
nobody will believe that to you, to live a day, is to survive the same painful moments, over and over again
nobody will believe that on the day that he died, you knew you died with him too
nobody will believe, maybe because nobody will listen
this is the dead end they've always warned you about
this is the consequence you thought only others had to accept
you went too far, too deep, too fast
there's the bottle of sleeping tablets that you've been saving up
there's the bed that you'll always remember where his dead body lay
and here's the syringe with the drug that will make all this go away
this is it. it's been twenty years too much to take.
you lay the letters you've written so many times over
you wanted someone to hear your pleas, maybe this time, they will
you slowly grow weary, you realise it's time
this is the final glance at the world that has taken so much from you
let go and reach into oblivion, there's nothing left for you here
