I am done fighting.
I am done struggling.
I am done.

There is nothing, no strength.
There is nothing, no willpower.
There is nothing.

I let myself fall,
something otherworldly I hear
but I feel no fear,
it's darkness's call.

I let go of all,
and still I fall.

A long sought sensation,
I now am darkness's creation.
I indulge into the depths,
as they welcome me
a part of them to be.

I let go of all,
and still I fall.

I am darkness.
I am depression.
I am.

I bind my eyes to the paper
And settle into your skin
I gather up your soul
And let the journey begin

I fall into that fever
That I’ve heard about before
But only in your pages
Always crying out for more  

Our fingers intertwine
Until we’re one down to the bone
And I dance in your shoes
Until I breathe your breaths alone

Beneath the power of your fate
I wander through your vale
But the colors of your cosmos
Render my own world much too pale

I fall in love with every story
Live every life that they might lend
But to my own I must return
Because the stories always end

They are totally blank,
No color, blue-green or red,
In fact, I am totally empty now,
All my dreams are dead.

"ADULTS. ARE. IDIOTS!"
Oh, did I strike a nerve?
Well, "sorry!", I guess.
I'll turn around, take a curve.

But wait, did you think
That we would stand by?
Well... You. Are. Wrong.
you aren't always right.

Is this what you think?
That your opinions are true?
Never taking the blame
For all the wrongs that you do.

You think you are everything.
You are mighty, in your eyes
You think you rule the world
And you see us as mice.

But you never take action,
Shunning those who do!
You create all these problems.
And leave us to solve them for you.

You fit us in a box,
And tie us with ropes,
You show us your desired future
And tell us they're our hopes.

Well guess what, adults
We can think too.
And when you see us fly,
You'll know what we can do.

We will all fight together.
And we will see you leave.
Mark my words dear adults,
We're not as simple, as you want us to be.

They don't know
What we fear,
What we hate,
What we'll near.

'Cause who cares?!
They're "greater"!
Who cares,
If we disappear?

All day, we fight,
To make them understand,
Why can't they get it?
We're only doing what we can!

Maths? Science? Commerce?
Well, they're great!
But what about Art? Music?
The subjects we can take.

We know we're " useless",
But we're built that way.
There are enough people out there,
Who can turn the world great.

So, what's the point,
In doing something we can't do?
This "pathetic" life of ours
Was not designed for you.

Whenever you say,
Whenever yo speak,
We take in those words
Of what we should be.

But then, we try,
We try and we fail,
We'll think low of us,
And then we'll wail.

So please, dear adults,
Don't raise a forced life
Let us be free,
And you'll see us all fly

Let us all speak,
Our beautiful minds,
And we'll show you a world,
You never could find.