Everything that kills me makes me feel alive,
The thoughts that surround me bring me to life,
I stay up all night,
Praying it'll be alright,
Nothing special is fun for me,
Even my best seems tragic to me,
All those hopes that were painted,
Are now feeling really disappointed,
It makes me feel really miserable,
When I can't turn the tables,
Maybe I'm lacking somewhere,
But can't find it here or there,
Everything has changed,
The brightest smile hides the deepest pain,
The one that makes everyone happy in the day time,
Cry themselves to sleep at night,
They sleep all the time but still feel sleep deprived,
But there seems no way,
Just feeling zoned out the whole day,
There's no hope and every day feels dark,
They just master hiding the sadness art so no one can find those scars,
They don't seem to anyone's buddies,
No one notices when the shirts changes into hoodies,
Black becomes not a colour but an emotion,
Music becomes a way to escape comotions,
Day time with everyone feels like a nightmare,
Their best time is to sit in dark staring at nowhere,
They'll comfort everyone around them
Even though they're at the the worst of them,
Those who learn it can beat it,
Those who can't, just think of a way to end it,
It may help them escape,
But it leaves their loved ones in a misery great,
That's the way of life
Either flight or just fight