In world with so many
And dreams weighing so heavy
It’s dreaming dreams that makes me so happy
Competition of far more than a few
Can’t possibly make the « don’t » into « do »
Well I’m doing this on my own
Nobody is helping me
I feel alone
Every time I try and get to that throne
I get shot down from the people at home
So it’s time for me to make a stand
Only live one time
That’s just the way I am ...

Most of you wouldn’t know about this disease
It’s one that takes over the suceptable with ease
It’s just easier to look it off
Than to really look at it like your leaky trough
What takes priority?
This isn’t an apedemic
It is more like an apocalypse
Talk about these dying addicts
Like , « they’re so worthless »
« And if they put a needle in their arm then they deserve it »
But I’m just glad you don’t have to defend the truth
Cause the reality might be just a little too personal for you
Is another deadly overdose something you wanna see?
While you’re sitting there judging in front of your smartphone screen
It’s time to make a change
It’s time to at least try
I want to do this for every friend that’s ever died.

You probably don’t wanna hear about this
But let me first start by saying this is real
These might be the people that you miss
The ones that are helpless
Are the ones that need to be helped
Always struggling to find a meal
I’m not talking about the homeless and the sober
The depicted are the dying addicted
All of humanity, disregarding the conflicted
Something nobody wants to talk about
There has been hope projected
You’re not alone in this never ending battle There are others like you, simply neglected
It’s time to step up
Make the call and put down the 400lbs cup

You want to know what makes me cry
Critisism of my life
Even though I know,
I’m way too shy
To tell anyone what been going on
In my head
My passion and dreams seem to be dry
Because I suffer from some conflict
That you are too ignorant to ignite
Take my pain and I’ll put it in a poem
I’ve been struggling way too long
Ever since them drugs they took my mom
When will you understand
That I’m not looking for simpathy
But maybe just some simple empathy

From inside my head
The drought of significance
Lay while I bled
The thought of a potential two
Certainly makes one feel askew
A path only he could have led
Depression,
Another 9am med
To forget about the problems
From inside my head.