You have red, blue, and white pills on your hand Drink it up and make it stop All the pains in your heart. But, you are better than that. Better than the people who called your body. Better than the people who called you ugly. Cause you are wanted.
You have knife on your hand, Ready to cut your wrists Bleed out all those aches and worries. But, you are better than that. Better than your problems. Better than your miseries. Cause you are important.
You have rope on your hand, Lace it around your neck Drown your mind, drown your demons. But, you are better than that. Better than your ugly thoughts. Better than the voices in your head. Cause you are not alone.