If you're sad,
You're sad.
You can't fix it.
You can't stop it.
You can't be put together again.
Accept that you're sad.
Then you have two choices.

Either live your life as a lie.
A faker.
Constantly wearing a mask.

Or you can do the second choice.
The easiest choice.
A permanent solution to a temporary problem.

Each choice ends in death.

Is this a poem?
No.
It's just words on a screen.
Poetry is art.
It's beautiful.
What you see here is just letters
Forming sounds
Forming words
Forming lines
Forming death

Don't you hate me?
What?
You don't?
Huh.
You're just as crazy as I am.
Are the demons as loud for you?
Is your head as messed up as mine is?
What?
It is?
Huh.
You know what?
I love you.
And the weirdest part is...
I think you love me back.
We're equally messed up.
But two halves of a heart make a whole one.
We can rebuild each other.

Why is he mad at me?
What did I do?
I asked him to stop.
He said it was fine.
He just wouldn't speak again.
You were being mean!
...Right?
Am I the mean one?
I was standing up for her!
Like you told me to!
It's not my fault...

If I keep my problems bottled up in my heart,
Then nobody has to worry about me.
What? What's wrong?
Oh no! That's terrible!
I'm sure I can help!
Let me take your problems too.
But who will help me with mine?
No! Don't worry!
I'm fine!
I'm always fine!

what they said wasn't in the video
it's probably just my fault
other people have bigger problems
i should be better
why can't i be what you want
i'm sorry i'm not good enough for you
i'm sorry i'm not good enough for anyone
oh
give me a second
let me just wipe the tears away
and hide the scars
Alright. You can come into my room now!

She's sitting alone in her room.
You look at her and you think:
God, she's beautiful.
But she can't see it.
Nobody can but you.
Your words, your kisses, your empty promises
They flow out of her.
She's tried as long as she can to hold on,
But she's broken.
And you're not.
She's done holding you back.
You're done holding her here.
In the end, nobody's happy.