No one ever tries to listen to you. You scream in an empty box, yelling in the shadows. You can't speak up for yourself, you can�t try new things. Do you feel insecure, like the protection is gone? It's lost but can be found by unknown people. You disrespect self and others, vulnerable to peer pressure. You always feel depressed about something that goes through your mind. You fear failure, you just don't care anymore. Every time, everyday you feel pessimistic, you behave destructively until you accept who you are you will never be happy with what you have. You need to open your eyes wide and see the world. Do you ever snarl at random people? Crying is a sign of weakness, hold on my little one. Do you ever daydream during school, looking up in the ceiling waiting till you see black? People call you denial, 'cause you see things differently, your own believes. You watch other people changing, idealization. You're not the only one who feels the same. You know projection is in every crowed you see. Do you ever rationalize with regression, and every finger pointing at you? Sometimes you wish you could repress your thoughts and feeling. You sit in your room, sublimating everything bad to good. You break down, fall onto the world, around with major depression, panic disorder. Don't let this build up inside of you. It affects some people even though you don�t think so. The stress is building up, it needs to go! You say you will suicide, say the words: I wish I were dead, I just want to got to sleep and never wake up, I wont be a problem for you much longer, I cant take it anymore, this pain will be over soon, nothing matters. The tension is building up inside of you. The madness, the writing death tree. All the poems you write is sadness, madness, and barely happiness, you cant stop thinking of what is going to happen next, you want to be happy, but you continue to be sad! You listen to music to feel what they feel, what have you done? No ones knows when you will end, they wait till you disappear in the darkness. Some things happen for a reason, I wonder why things are? You watch dying people in front of you. You want a angel watching over you just like God looking upon earth. You can't talk to anyone, you want it to end.
