This life you're living
These thoughts you're thinking
Their just part of this phase your passing
You stand tall after all the falls you took
You see yourself in the mirror and despise how you look
Though this hell doesn't seem like it'll end
You get through it. Just keep writing with the ink from your pen
And these words may not seem like anything to you
But you should read it. Before you do the things you do.
You talk to these walls spilling secrets.
Speaking the truth, smoking your cigarettes
While you cope, you're hurting
Your soul is burning
Slowly deteriorating
Everything you think'll never end
Guess what, it will
Just as long as you make your life bend
Into something beautiful
Your mind is so worry full
Filling yourself with thoughts that are sorrowful
The sadness
It's causing madness
Making you blind from happiness
But don't worry
Everything will be okay
As soon as you pack your stuff up
And go on your way
