You don’t understand
    what it’s like to cry for help but no one stops the sorrow
    falling asleep but hoping not to see tomorrow
    being there for everyone else but you’re left alone
    tired of battling the same war & looking for a way home
    wanting to die but afraid to leave behind
    family that you really care for standing by your side
    but deep down, you still feel like you’re by yourself
    loving everyone else very deeply except for yourself
    wanting to cry but your tears won’t come out
    living life but anxiously waiting for time to run out
    a world that only exist within your depression
    being alive when you don’t want to so you question
    why you’re still here & what’s the purpose for your existence
    thinking you’re the burdance of it all feeling death is the only way for clearance