I am worried about my future
Everyone says it's fine
That i can take it slow
I’m young i don't need to know what i
Want to do
But I am lost in a backstreet road that i have never walked down
A forgotten town that i don’t know the streets too
I am lost and everyone says it's fine
Without knowing the way or the destination
They tell me too keep going but what if the places I find
Are not what i wanted
What have i wanted
Were am i wanted

I am worried about my future
Everyone says it's fine
That i can take it slow
I’m young i don't need to know what i
Want to do
But I am lost in a backstreet road that i have never walked down
A forgotten town that i don’t know the streets too
I am lost and everyone says it's fine
Without knowing the way or the destination
They tell me too keep going but what if the places I find
Are not what i wanted
What have i wanted
Were am i wanted

and what if there chains i think tie me down aren't tied to anything and the only thing holding me back is my fear of being free

the glass is refillable

Depression is the demon in my bed that keeps me warm
It becomes my only friend when I push everyone else away
It knows my fears and wishes
Depression walks with me at night we talk to the stars and whisper with the trees
Depression nodded along when I told my father I’m suicidal depression hugged me in the backseat when he didn’t reply
Depression has kept me company when no one else did it shows me how beautiful the world can be because I know I will miss it
I will miss life but I don’t with to be living maybe my ghost will wonder the world and if that will be the case maybe happiness will come along

You may be your fathers kin but you are not your fathers sin
And you are not becoming a monster just when you look in the mirror you see one
The alcoholic mother who couldn’t kiss you goodbye and the father who seeped in toughness always telling you to be a man I’m sorry
Sorry he hit you because you wanted a doll that was to girly or had your nails painted to the boys who got called names and home life’s weren’t to great do not become that man or woman in your life don’t see them in your reflection because I know you don’t like bullying the nerdy kids I know you miss the life in your photo that hides in your bookshelf the one where your mum was shining and your dad still a hero in your eyes
I’m sorry you grew up to quickly and can’t cry to your friends that boys are tough is a saying because showing your pain shouldn’t make it worse I’m sorry our society couldn’t save you

I want to stop worrying about all the things I should forget