you were a friend of a boy whose brother i knew and that's where i got the news that you hung yourself when the pressure rose your neck purple, the ground an inch too far from your toes the ****** education system that got to your head the grades and the scores and the race making you wish you were dead you couldn't handle the look on your mom's face "mom, i came second, not first, today" you loved her, you loved your dad too you loved your guitar, your band, the girl whose eyes were a million shades of blue but the waves rose and you couldn't keep up maybe it was just ill-fate or bad luck you were just another fish swimming for dear life but you were shoved away by the rough unforgiving tides drowning, slowly, then all at once, you went from being top of your class to being called a dunce the disappointment and the rage and the wrinkles of stress on your mother's skin made that sadness grow deeper and deeperΒ within until one day you realized it was better to give in
and so you climbed up that chair pushed it away with your feet kissed a picture of her and listened to the last of your heart beat hanging in the air you whispered goodbye "mother, i tried, i really did try" and the wind left your lungs the blood stopped in your veins you dived away from reality swimming into a new kind of pain
i think of you often the friend of a boy whose brother i knew i think of you often because i can relate to you
its getting harder the pressure, the stress nothing is enough not even my best i think of joining you in that darkness of bliss looking at the world around me there won't be much to miss this rat race of doom running after a life of success for me, it's just no longer worth it so call me a coward or say i lost but maybe death will give me what i want most an escape from always having to win an escape from the emptiness eating me from within
i think of you often and i would like to know are you happier now? away from woe?
if you were here would you advise me to stay? or would you tell me to climb that same chair, with the same belt, in the same room, at same same hour in the exact *same way.