Emotions are hard to put on paper
They come and go like birds past a skyscraper
They can instantly build you up or rip you down
As fast as a tornado can rip through your town
Why don’t we get enough time to feel?
It seems the time we get isn’t enough to heal
it seems the sad lasts longer and the happy runs from me
It seems the sad is my forever company
I didn’t sign up for that deal
I didn’t sign up to be sad and not heal
or for the happy to not stay to show the world the rush that I feel
I want the happy to rush through my veins and fill my blood
I want the sad to get lost in the trees and deep in the mud
I want the happy to last longer for once
Yet still the sad stays for months
Are emotions this ******* everyone???

mental health has become a statistic
i dont understand this logistic
our minds go crazy in our heads everyday
yet we are supposed to act okay
the new saying is "speak up"
but how about the world put their heads up
heads up from their professions
heads up from their fast lives
heads up and start saying confessions
stop throwing mental health in your archives
from now on everyone survives
mental health is more than we can handle alone
it should not be a reason to disown
nor a reason to pick a gravestone
it is time we take control of this mental hormone
so lets make mental health well-known

please oh please don't do it
don't use a ledge, or drugs, or a cable
you are strong, please do not quit
i don't understand how you are able
able to give yourself away
able to hurt everyone every day
not just today, but each day after
the pain never stops, you lose all laughter
such a strong message that can never be heard
if you feel this way then just use each word
tell how you feel, always confide
please oh please don't do it
dont commit suicide...

free my body
free my soul
free my mind
and free my role
let me out of here
give me control
just please free my body
and please free my soul

There is a monster under my bed
The monster has crawled into my head
The demon bangs on my skull
Hitting so hard like an angry bull
I fear the path that I will soon take
Unless my angels soon awake
Awake from the break they’ve taken so long
Oh hurry please this monster is strong
I will run, and for I will cry
Please look under my bed before I die
For there is a monster under my bed
The monster that crawled into my head
But for he or for I, who is truly dead?