The boy wasn't okay
He was depressed
He saw dead people
He needed help, but
No one was there
I thought what would I do
I would **** myself
Now stop. Your worried now
You think I'm depressed
Suicidal? No. So stop.
Only in his situation would I
But that's what scares me
That boy never found happiness
Even sunlight and people
It never made him truly happy
What if I will never be happy?
What happens if the mountains
Don't make me warm and smile
But they do. So stop worrying
Look at the pictures on your walls
I am happy? But it's not visible
All you see is straight lines for smiles
And your father isnt listening!
Dad? I'm trying to talk
But the computer held his attention
Longer than I could
Can I hold anyone's attention?
And how can you tell worth
And when will this feeling go away
Or how long will you stay
What about those videos
What about those videos
I'm afraid to walk into a room
Where there is an adult for fear
That I'll hear that again
But I want to hear myself breath
Heavily not because of ***,
But because you have my heart racing
And my lungs have to keep up
My mind is racing but still feels like a
brick
But how can something be dense
When it also feels empty?
Speaking of dense, me?
All because its late at night
And this is what scary movies do to me.