Every now and then
I become suicidal.
But that doesn't mean
I really ever tried
Something that low.
I just think about things
That can maybe help me
But obviously I'm wrong.
I just wish
Sometimes
That I can run
Far away from my problems
Or just hide them
And put them away in
A little box in the corner.
I sometimes think
Of running away from home
Just to get away
Go anywhere
Be somewhere but here
But it doesn't mean
I actually did
I sometimes dream
Of the day
Everything will go back to normal.
I once even made
A wish on a star
A shooting star
Of course
But those stories
Are just myths
And those stories
Are just something
To keep their hopes up
Even though they don't work
It's to keep them dreaming
And to keep them wishing
To never let them give up
And to never let them go
It's just something to push them
All the way through.
I sometimes wonder why
If there really was a god
Why is there so much chaos in the world?
Why so many problems?
And so many bad things.
If there really was someone
Watching over us
Why are so many suffering
Why are so many dying
And crying and being put into sorrow!
Why is this world so cruel?
The beautiful thing people call life
Is nothing but a curse...
