I talk about leaving,
and talk about dieing,
I talk about crying,
and talk about hanging.
I think my life sucks,
when others are worse.
I ignore others opinons,
on why I belong.
Yet some have a point,
and I think mine is 100 percent correct.
But think of how their lives would be without me,
but think about how happy I'd be gone;forever.
They'll be crying,
while I've already cried my tears.
They'll be upset,
while I'm depressed.
They'll think back to what they did;
People taking it out on me,
yelling at my face.
While stabbing me in the back.
They'll just simply say,
that's because we love you.
I'm done with that excuse.
For i see no use.
You yell at me,
and I'll yell back.
I'm done with it.
Treat me how you want to be treated.
For I'm younger and stronger,
and you're wiser and wealthier.
But young verse old.
That'd be a site.
Yelling, and slapping.
Slamming of doors.
Razor blades in my hands.
Blood dripping.
I don't have the nerve,
to see my blood dripping,
but I'd make it happen.
I'd make it reality.
I can put my mind to anything;
For I got the strength people would love to have.
I've got the bravery of a duck.
For they take the risk of crossing a busy highway.
I can do anything I set my mind to,
but I don't always do it.
I talk about leaving,
and running away.
What will that really solve,
yes, my parents will probably be happy.
but they'll need me sometime.
I've got to fight..
Fight against the evil,
on this battlefield they've made.
Good verse evil.
Depressed verse Angry.
