Tell everyone that it’s not their fault,
That I kept my feelings inside a vault,
Now that I’m stuck inside a box,
Six feet deep, with only a suit and socks,
I don’t have to feel anymore pain I say,
I don’t have to live another painful day,
Because six feet under is where I lay.
Tell my friends it’s okay I’m sorry.
That I didn’t want them to worry,
I wanna see them live further than forty,
Unlike me, I just want them to tell my story,
Oh that one big kid, Always laughing and helping,
The one kid that wouldn’t stop caring,
The kid who always tried protecting.
Tell my family it’s too late I’m sorry.
I always wanted to be number one,
Although now I ain’t even your son,
I’m just a memory, That I hope you’ll smile about,
That you’ll laugh one day and talk about,
The one that would do his best to leave no doubt,
I can’t even take into account.
All the times that you fed me,
All the things that you did for me,
All the money that you spent on me,
I really am grateful too,
I want you all to know...I love you.

They do their best to keep us locked inside,
Because as normal people we are denied,
Different and crazy we are identified,
They keep us hugging ourselves,
They keep us hooked on pills, until we die,
As I walk the halls, I notice something strange,
The suicidal girl with scars up and down her legs,
Tells us not to cut but talk instead,
The girl with bruises up and down her arm,
Promises not to cause any harm,
The boy that cannot sleep, will do his best,
To tell us stories to make us get some rest,
That boy over there with different voices,
Teaches us not to let our demons make our choices,
The girl with the constant worry and the stress,
Will always face her fear just to address,
That we’re all different and shouldn’t feel ashamed,
That we need to take pride, In which we’re named,
We are in here because of society,
I am here...Because the world rejected me.