I always wonder what people go through
In their heads and in their troubles
Today, I read the goodbye note from someone
And I couldn't help but let my heart sink for them
The thought that someone was so sad, so beyond any type of rescue, so finished with the world and themselves that they dropped a bomb on themselves and exploded.
I can still see their ashes of emptiness and depression falling through the sky. I'm so incredibly saddened why things can be so difficult to us. Perhaps the holes get bigger and more deeper. Maybe the bombs we drop create craters too sunken in that we cannot climb out. Maybe the thoughts in your head become bloated, and they only swell up more when you try to treat it.
