May 2015
People don't understand how someone can be so full of life,
And the next moment, empty,
So I've come to tell you how,
I'll try to put it simply.
We all know how the food chain works, we have to take one's life to live,
Depression works in a similar way,
But it needs YOUR life to live.
It is born in you, remaining still until it decides to take,
So the life you saw in our eyes, I promise it wasn't fake.
Robots, controlled by a uncontrollable hurricane,
We are swallowed by the sea,
What's worse is we never learned how to swim,
The bottom is the only future for us there will be.
We search for an escape as we quickly begin to sink,
Our chests begin to burn, making it very hard to think,
Trying to take our mind off the darkness, we focus on something brighter,
Remembering letting go of what's inside will make us a whole lot lighter,
Our bodies will float to the top of the water and there we will be free,
Knowing there's no time to waste, our bodies start to fatigue,
First, we strip away our hope because our hope lies on the surface,
Realizing happiness and laughter, at the bottom there would be no purpose.
The love in our heart is too heavy, so we let it drift away,
Knowing that keeping anything within, would doom us our last day.
Our emotions just weigh us down, so we let go of those too,
But you have to know it wasn't easy saying goodbye to the life that we once knew,
Now all that's left are dull memories of the "normal" life we once held,
The beautiful moments of joy and happiness, on these memories we'd dwell.
Our sight is enveloped by hopeless darkness, we gave up all we had,
But the lightness we felt lying there wasn't all that bad.
With nothing on the inside, we have no burden to carry,
We have ourselves and no one else for which we needed to worry.
And with our last breath, we manage the word sorry,
But no one seems to care,
When they finally find our body, the only thing they do is stare.
They wonder how you used to be so full of life,
Exchanging one by one each painful memory,
Everyone weeps wishing they knew then, what they know now,
Falsely believing that somehow they could have saved all that's left of you now, which is empty.
And the next moment, empty,
So I've come to tell you how,
I'll try to put it simply.
We all know how the food chain works, we have to take one's life to live,
Depression works in a similar way,
But it needs YOUR life to live.
It is born in you, remaining still until it decides to take,
So the life you saw in our eyes, I promise it wasn't fake.
Robots, controlled by a uncontrollable hurricane,
We are swallowed by the sea,
What's worse is we never learned how to swim,
The bottom is the only future for us there will be.
We search for an escape as we quickly begin to sink,
Our chests begin to burn, making it very hard to think,
Trying to take our mind off the darkness, we focus on something brighter,
Remembering letting go of what's inside will make us a whole lot lighter,
Our bodies will float to the top of the water and there we will be free,
Knowing there's no time to waste, our bodies start to fatigue,
First, we strip away our hope because our hope lies on the surface,
Realizing happiness and laughter, at the bottom there would be no purpose.
The love in our heart is too heavy, so we let it drift away,
Knowing that keeping anything within, would doom us our last day.
Our emotions just weigh us down, so we let go of those too,
But you have to know it wasn't easy saying goodbye to the life that we once knew,
Now all that's left are dull memories of the "normal" life we once held,
The beautiful moments of joy and happiness, on these memories we'd dwell.
Our sight is enveloped by hopeless darkness, we gave up all we had,
But the lightness we felt lying there wasn't all that bad.
With nothing on the inside, we have no burden to carry,
We have ourselves and no one else for which we needed to worry.
And with our last breath, we manage the word sorry,
But no one seems to care,
When they finally find our body, the only thing they do is stare.
They wonder how you used to be so full of life,
Exchanging one by one each painful memory,
Everyone weeps wishing they knew then, what they know now,
Falsely believing that somehow they could have saved all that's left of you now, which is empty.
