They say

Pain is for the suffering they say, the cold, the hungry, the homeless shelters of disease and death, no one could imagine a pain with such depth.

they say were the lucky ones, with our money, our luxuries, the judge mental inescapable stares, where suicides are never scarce.

live life to the fullest they say, do the best you can no matter what, ignore the mean things being said, to just be yourself while everyones watching.

they say all your problems will disappear one day, whats done is done i'm told again, live your life and leave all regrets behind, even though they will shurley grow in time.

they say they love you , that they will always be there, then the very next day are to be found nowhere.

they say your special, give you a very cute name, they get what they want and you become some dumb game.

people say alot these days, but how much do they know, they say they went through it, yet have nothing to show.

they say were the lucky ones, oh thats so sweet, we carry our burdens, cutting in deep.