What I feel, it is real
But real isn't always what I feel
Real isn't this and real isn't that
Everyone goes through life like an acrobat
There is a story to be told
About kids who were once very bold
And alas, time took it's toll
Their minds would sink into a black hole
Learning about themselves
Slowly stacking items upon their shelves
Suffering through the truth
Oblivious in their youth
But they're not at fault
Not when becoming an adult feels like our life's have come to a halt
What is real will slowly fade
Some might even pick up a blade
Those years that we have leading up to and before
Left us with only ill will to bore
Some say that we don't quite know what we're doing
Soon our choices we will be rueing
Yet some know they're not wrong
They have been right all along
Though we still cannot stop
Our lives are the hazy backdrop
To boring plays no one wants to watch
So once again we take our parents' scotch
And drink more and just hope
Maybe, just maybe, it'll help us cope
Sadly it does not
We start to fear that we'll get caught
Our sleeves have grown long
Our heart and soul don't belong
Not to this world where people find it right to stare
And whisper about us behind our back "beware"
They aren't right, not in the head
And school becomes something you begin to dread
Things start to change you might fall in love
But afraid it might fly away like the morning doves
You always fear you're not ever enough
Because you're hiding all sorts of stuff
You're slowly getting worse and new illnesses develop
And slowly but surely it will envelop
You're whole being, it will be consumed
And slowly you'll start to feel you're doomed
It's hard for you to leave your house
You've become quiet as a mouse
You're friends and family see nothing wrong
Because somehow, your smile has remained strong
You start to slip and it's becoming hard
"Emo" artists have become your bard
Singing the stories of your heart
Creating beautiful art
It's all too much now, and you're giving up
Homework slowly begins to pile up
Everyone says you're happy
Yet you're becoming less chatty
And one night you lock the bathroom door
Not to be seen alive any more
You start the water, slowly in the bathtub
You're about to join the suicide club
The next morning it seems to start the same
You didn't answer any texts and that's a shame
You're friends get to school and one has a dire face
They said "I don't think I should tell you in this place"
They spill the truth and your friends fall to their knees
They thought, for you, life was a breeze
This is sadly the truth to our lives
Driven over the edge by the lull of knives
We kept our mouths shut so know one knew
And the agony inside just grew and grew
Our hearts and minds have left us sleepless
But our exhaustion was nothing compared to our secrets
