That feeling you get when you're let down,
The face you pull,
That depressing frown.

That feeling you get that holds you hostage in bed,
The tears that fall,
That thoughts in your head.

That feeling when you're body aches,
The person who died,
That part of you that suddenly breaks.

That sadness that hurts your wrists,
The anxiety that they lied,
That feeling your head is full of mist.

You're stuck...

Roses are red
Skies Can Be Grey
Let’s Cut Our Wrists
Yaaay