Whoever you may be

Dirty or clean

Your fate be the same

As anyone ever seen

You'll wind up 6 feet under

A grave to be plundered

Your legacy ended

Like the heat in the summer

Nothing will stop it

If im being honest

We're more alike than you think

Our final bed; a coffin

Live up to every word

What doesnt kill you will hurt

Be kind to each other

We're all just food for the worm

Sometimes we all need some time to be alone. Time to gather our thoughts and time to disown.

Disown all the people who are in our daily thoughts. To hell with them all for causing such fraught.

Fraught that requires time in our room, all alone in the dark. Where our perceptions start to wander and grow stark.

Starkness helps us to be alone. Sometimes it also helps to have a talk, chat with someone.

Someone that does not cause you to be sad. A certain someone that will be there for you and you will be glad.

Glad to know that they are your friend and will always be true. You are special to them unfailingly, as you already knew.

You know this person is there, why not just reach out. You will feel better in the end knowing inside that you can count on them, with a doubt.

Doubt is the devil dear Sir, never give in. Doubt is teasing your reflections to your own chagrin.

Chin up, be humble, keep simple impressions. In the end, it is YOU who matters, act at your discretion. 

Happiness... I forgot the feeling

Even right now the thought of dying is appealing

I need help, but i'm too afraid to ask

Because if I do I risk losing it all so fast

But its too late, I already lost my sparkle

Lost my shine because I sent my heart through a parcel

They say when a heart breaks its shatter can be heard for miles

The sound of a muscle crushing can be heard in many different styles

This is where I ask for help, my life has stopped

I dont want to be alive anymore, death is a wonderful thought

Im told to meditate, to take deep breaths

Im told it will cure me, as if depression was just a pest

But no, its a disease among many of us, a curse

Its the number one reason teenagers end up in a hearse

Because nobody cares, at least the ones who are important

But not many care about me, Dylan Horton

A promise was made, and I dont want her to die

If I go she goes, and I really dont know why

Everything moved so fast, and you did too

Here I am rehearsing how to tie a knot in a noose

Ill always have the scissors to cut the ones I love down

But when im hanging from a rope, who'll be there to keep me on the ground?