To look is to see the world is to see death,
to step forward is to take your last breath,
to be me is to hate your life,
to belong to this family is to live in strife,
to count the days until you wish to die,
is to be disturbed or just locked up inside,
to be able to live in yourself isn't a gift,
to be so torn up is to die in the mist,
to fake everything you say isn't being yourself,
to follow everything others do is being everyone else,
to think about dieing is to wish you did,
to lie to people to the face is just plain stupid,
to loose everything you had so quickly,
is to loose yourself willingly,
to never be able to fix the wrong,
is to believe you aren't strong,
to never be able to look on the bright side,
is to always be walking in the dark side,
to live in a world of bad,
is to live in your life and every second remember the sad,
to be kicked when your already down,
is to be pushed around,
to kill everything in sight,
is to never say I'm alright,
you might think that I'm gonna be okay,
but have you ever looked closely at my face,
have you ever tryed to figure me out,
have you been me and listened to every name they call you,
did you ever say just before you died I forgive you',
