Being lonely doesn't always mean you're alone
Surrounded by crowds but you might as well be at home
Sitting on your bed and thinking about all the things you've done wrong
The people who "care" are begging you to stay strong and stay calm
But you're the only one who knows that that calm comes before the storm
Just before you realize these suicidal thoughts are out of the norm
And you start to discuss in your head
All the things you could've said
But they all lead to the same outcome
As you stare down the barrel of the gun
And you're sick, physically, mentally and emotionally
Life's roller coaster is done quietly coasting
It's climbing up the ladder as you anticipate the downward fall
Wondering if you can stomach it at all
Or if you'll up chuck all the **** ups and spill them onto the person in front
Wondering if they'll enjoy what you've had for lunch.