Societys demons

There are days that you don't like
days were you'd rather hide away
where you seem as small as an ant
an the clouds so gloomy and Grey

you just want to scream in anger
run a million miles away from here
let tears flow free from your eyes
and release all your darkest fears

but instead we huddle in a corner
we don't tell a soul that were dying
and we pretend were all fine
and so we start the trend of lying

because society doesn't have time
they don't accept the depressed
were seen as outcast to all you
all you that think your the best

you feel so smug and so satisfied
with destroying yet another innocent life
because you don't let them cry
free them selves from there strife

so as the slice away there wrist
wish to god that there life be taken
hide there pain beneath there sleeve
just go on believing there invisible

thats how they feel inside
thats what you make them believe
because of societies stupid morals
and the information you conceive

I'm one of those people you see
unable to express my pain
because who likes a sad case
id rather be hit by a train

this cruel world is run by demons
those demons the teachers
how think they know how you feel
and all those social preachers

if you don't have it don't judge
you don't know anything at all
stop saying you know how it feels
because you don't thats just cruel

so as i slice my wrist ill cry
not because of the pain i feel
because I'm scared of being judged
I'm drowned in society's demons