I can hear the pain in the rain as it falls and dies, not knowing if it will give life or ****.

One day I won't be here for you to fall back on, and I know you will be ready.

He was scared that he was only alive,
Because bad things have to happen to someone.

I shake because there are 7 billion people on this planet,

And for some reason it feels like everyone of them,

Is watching me, waiting to see me mess up.

I'm not defined by names or tags,
Or what I carry in ziplock bags,
I am what I try to be,
Not what this world labels me.

I wanted to change the world one day,
Then you told me to go back to sleep.

You told me I was beautiful,
That you'd kiss every scar,
That you could read "die",
But it was very hard.

You told me I had worth,
I'm NOT a walking corpse,
You told me that I'm something,
But you're not a reliable source.