It's not easy being sad all the time , you just wanna cry every second of the day and all through the night . The devil is telling you to come join him , while the world (your world ) seems to tumble and fall around you . People tell you that it's going to be fine but in your mind you know how it's gonna turn out . Slowly you grab a knife or maybe the pills on your nightstand next to you .
You grab which ever you choose slowly grazing the knife near your throat or just aim for the source of it all ... The heart .
Or you choose the pills , you take the bottle In your hands , placing all the pills in your mouth and swallow . The last thing you think is it's over , finally . Hoping someone would have stop you from taking those pills , you cry . Finally the voices have won and you ...
You have lost the battle , the war , your life because some person called you a fag or a pig or maybe crazy but u couldn't take it .
You will win , not the voices
