A pretty way of saying;
"The dead are stil alive,"
A gorgeous show of tolerance
The facade never dies.
It's okay to scream
When nothing is alright
It's okay to cower in fear,
To want to end your life.
The regret isn't yours,
We do what we will
Labeled as mental
If we just can't sit still.
Throw up the lies
That hide in your stomach;
We're not skinny in our minds',
And the pain is redundant.
But take a deep breathe, sweetie,
You'll be fine.
Just remember, my darling,
Everything dies.
