I think it's time for a change,
Anti-depressants ain't doing anything.
Medical logic,
Lets talk it out..
I help and help,
Pillar to hold everyone up to the light of the life.
While I stay at the bottom in the shadow of my own floating castle,
I see everyone else enjoy their new vision of life.
I'm taking pills,
So I can always be chilled.
The king suffers to prevent others suffering,
But does his queen ever cease being herself and not his?
I'm constantly fixing the pillars while breaking down in the dark,
"Guardian of humans" my ass.
I can't help anyone if I myself am in desperate need of help,
She told me as well.
I just wanna fall of the building,
But then what would happen to my people after I departed to the world of dead?
Would I be able to ensure the children were fed?
Can I prevent another death?
Blackout's because I let others eat instead of eating,
My own body is killing me.
No one is noticing,
I don't blame them.
How do I cry out for help,
If the frigging tears stay in my eyes not falling?
Ditched class so no one can hear my cranky tear filled voice,
Ditched expectations to prevent a bloodbath.
My family doesn't even realize the good things I do to stay a perfect Young man,
They don't care about the sacrifices I make..
No one does,
I doubt they'd even notice if I cut my wrist.
Once they do,
they'd get mad at me for being a human being,
not a stone statue made up of expectations and honor.
To everyone I know,
My life isn't even worth a penny.
Unless I make them feel special and needed,
What kind of humans am I with?
Everyone is the same,
Ask, begging, pleading,
For me not to depart soon.
And for what?
To see them ignore me later on once again?
My life worth isn't even worth a cockroach,
My spiritual worth is all the gold though.
Whats the difference between those two?
They're the same no?
My mask is slipping,
My resolve is wavering,
What type of human beast will I be if I shut down every protection I have put in order to prevent the destruction,
And just kill everyone I lay eyes on?
I need a place to rampage,
I need something to stab,
I need the sense of belonging I had,
I need to feel the warmth of the cool breeze.
I want to run.
Away from everything that is holding me down.
To be free,
to run until I drop from exhaustion.
No..
Till I drop dead..
I'm worth nothing to everyone I helped after all.
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