I don't like my brain today.
It's bringing me down,
In more than one way.
It doesn't really matter
What anyone will say.

I really don't know why,
I always feel this way.
When it starts to get cold,
And the sky turns grey.

I don't want to be here today.
I tell my co-worker,
As he slowly walks away.
He agrees with me,
But knows not what I say

Please beg me to stay.
I need to feel wanted,
When I feel castaway.
Even though I won't listen,
Please tell me anyway.

Do I need to give you a reason,
Or a list to display?
I'm not sure I have the answer,
Cause my mind won't obey.

I wish my brain would decay.
I want to smell it rot,
In my bed I will lay.
Until I try to speak,
And no words will relay.

What else can I say?
Nothing really new I guess,
I don't wanna burden you today.
I'll shut my mouth now,
And just pretend I'm okay.

when the tip passes through my skin blood isnt the only thing that leaves me
every other emotion and feeling leaves me too
i feel empty, but its better than feeling anything at all
its better than anything in the whole world

i drag the blade on my wrist and hot red liquid begins to bubble
it stays there for a while and i wonder to myself
how long will it stay there before the bubble bursts
how long will i stay here until i burst?

the bubble bursts sooner than expected and it begins to pour from my wrist
and it feels good
relief
i feel okay
and okay is good
for now

In the lonely forest you may fall down
Not a soul will be there to see or hear you
The cold hard ground will chill you to the core
The grubs may crawl through you
And the hurt will take over
If no one is there to see you fall
Is standing up truly worth it?
No, maybe not.

You look up into the sky and wonder
Why am I like this?
Why has the world forgotten about me?
Will I ever be more than I've ever been?
You close your eyes
The tears are brisk
The shine makes your eyes look beautiful
You force a smile
You lift your body off the floor
Your strength wavers but its not gone
Something deep inside brews
Is it a storm?
Is it a rainbow?
Is it a call to carry on?

The answer is of no relevance
Your body without your consent has already risen
Your mind has given in but your soul refuses
You look back on the spot where you allowed yourself to fall
You turn away and walk on with a smile
A triumphant fist finds itself piercing the sky
You have no more questions
Only reason
You realize that maybe just maybe
We are who we are