How did we end up getting here, the lowest of the low? I’ve sunk below the bottom, past my breaking point So sick of feeling mistreated Out of luck and out of hope
I can’t break free from the troubles in my mind Like chains around my head killing me inside I can’t respond to my mistakes without a trace of disappointment I can’t let go and I won’t let go because I’m scared of what I’ll really find
There was beauty in those moments But it’s shadowed by my plastic smile What’s wrong with me? I can’t pretend to be happy I feel the guilt overcoming me
Feel depression trying to retake me Feel my pride get washed away
Nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Are you happy now? Don’t waste your time
My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday,
That his roommate from college
And best friend from high school;
Overdosed and died,
Last Wednesday night.
My brother is 25 years old.
He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark,
And cried for the first time in six months.
This is not poetry.
My father is very, very sick.
He sleeps for seven hours,
To build up a half hour of strength,
Just so he can pick me up from school.
He hasn’t been well in over a year.
He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.”
I am swallowed in fear,
That soon enough, he will go to bed,
And never wake up.
This is not poetry.
There are thousands of people,
just to have one more day,
In hopes that it will get better.
You people glorify sadness,
and long for your death,
because apparently life,
is just too much of a burden.
Wake up, your ignorance is sickening.
Your life is thousands of times more beautiful,
Than your death will be.
And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is What’s so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated