3... 2... 1...
Life is fear.
It is our jobs to get over that fear.
As we raise our heads high like our spirits
And start taking steps,
You will get there.
Everyone is given a chance to get there,
Don't ignore it.
You don't have to master the step.
You just have to be apart of it.
I'll hold your hands through apart of it,
But you can't be afraid to walk alone sometimes.
There will be obsticles, you can get over them.
Nothing in this world, is going to tell you that you cannot live to be happy.
If anything is telling you that you are afraid to let go, it's lieing.
Prove your thoughts wrong, because one day you will get mind blown with happiness.
All those thoughts will leave you and you become you again.
All we have to do is take this step.
I'm stepping, are you coming with me?
We will find out, 1... 2... 3...

That girl you said didn't deserve a life, was only 16. So young and ahead of her, a long life.  She didn't think she deserved one either.
It's okay tho', right? ...because She is dead today.
Now no one has to worry because she doesn't have to see you,
and you don't have to see her neither.

Very close you are i see
But I wander exactly who you may be

Like a bomb,
emotion hit me.
Since the collision,
my mind
has been everywhere.
And like a puzzle
I tried to piece myself back together,
But in this treasure hunt
I can't find myself.

I cant wait another day

Its so cold and I'm about to break

I'm tired of what you have to say

I cant wait another day

I'm tired of this life and the places I’ll go

We cant take the change that will never occur

**** it, so I'm tired of what life has to show

**** it so

Don’t you know

You should know me

Not own me

I will stop along the way

Its so cold and I'm about to break

I'm tired of what you have to say

And all that I have to say

Is I cant take another day.

I got a question,
When your fears come up on to the surface and you don't have the strength to over come them, what do you do?
I got a question,
When you're crawling through with one limb tide with two and that support looses you, who am I supposed to talk to?
Here's what I'm saying,
What really gets me is that it isn't up to you, to choose a life you'd want to choose.
Here's what I'm saying,
I'm tired of trying to get out of the blues,
I'm tired of running in these torn up, sad, and old shoes.

Tragedy*  *is when something unbearable happens
and all life around you comes to a stop.
It is like you are forever living in that worse possible moment and you stop dancing to life.
That song that once had been playing, is now just an infinite, ravenous, and  vex  beat.
The sound that will  repeat,
and  repeat,
and  repeat.
You conclude to yourself that you are no longer you, and your being can never look at itself the same way it did before.
You look at yourself knowing things will  never  be the same,
as if once you were happy dreading it will never be again, and you  fade  *away
until you are nothing more
and your life ends.

My life feels critical.
Im going to need one of Christ miracles
and clear my head of viruses that seem invisible to human kind.
cause they can't see what goes on in my mind, but its still physical.
I swear and I'm trying.
they call me mister smalls,
but mister smalls can knock down walls, then rebuild them all, just to feel tall,
so why you still lying?
the virus bites my thoughts raw.
and I'm still on a ball,
I dont need the comfort that you'd been supplying at all,
My mind called me lonely but I thought it was lying so the sick drugs continue "the kids' mind's frying."
and the sicker kids try but they are still dyeing.
and oh how that hurts.
with life exploding and watch your heart begin to burst.
breaking into a million pieces on this earth...
feeling as real as it was when momma gave you birth.
now i stand all by my side.
by my self
still don't need wealth.
i cant stand the lies.
and its all because my mind got me tied i was here all a long but it took me this long to realize. that i had lost something important.
I forgot who i was before the sickness got to the healthy ones like it did me.
the sickness never died, my mind lied, it's just the virus you cant see.
I'm not crazy.