You lead me on this road And what lies ahead I really don't know Hope can be a beautiful thing Like a lamp post flickering in the night But still you have painted my eyes With the view of the most colorful sunrise And you let me breathe with lilac scented dreams
You parted your lips And you uttered the words They sounded so sweet I can almost taste them in my mouth Then with certainty I replied with butterflies from my tongue As you plant a garden in my lungs.
Isn't it ironic, That people who hang themselves Struggle to breathe When their feet no longer touches the ground They're struggling to breathe, To live, When their intention, Is just the opposite.
Fact: Everyday on an average, 121 people commit suicide.