wyatt lachman

@DarkTower34x thx and these song lyrics are soooo about me I am a person of survival
            But growing up, that was not really my title
            A dead soul who was screaming for revival
            A young girl who became suicidal
            I felt the hits and the kicks of society
            Probably the reason why I suffer from anxiety
            I was never in the form of perfection
            So I became the best example of neglection
            They called me names from fat bitch to white trash
            To other shit I won't say, it's that bad
            They called me up and would always need back up
            Call me a slut and say my family was jacked up
            Death threats every time I logged on
            Always on some other shit, damn here we go again
            I was already alone, now I am looking for a friend
            Got no friends so here I am wishing it would end
            And it didn't, it never did, was always something
            Every time I felt good, they would remind me I was nothing
            Every time I was down they couldn't help themselves but kick me
            It tore me apart, took all the fight I had left in me
            I had enough, I was so fucking done
            I couldn't face all the drama so I decided to run
            But you can't run forever, eventually you'll get tired
            So I just stared at the rope, wishing my life would expire
            I mean fuck it, if I am really nothing
            Then nobody would stop me from taking that rope and jumping
            So I took it, tied it around my neck and proceeded to jump
            When my mom bust in the door, I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say
            I saw the tears in her eyes, I felt the pain go away
            How could I be so selfish, how could I think I am nothing?
            When the person who gave me life obviously thought I was something
            Now I pray, pray for the people who never saw the light
            Pray for the people who still cry at night
            And those people will think of my words like protection
            Think of them as the light when you fight depression
            Cos I know what it's like, I been there before
            But for every close room, I'm here to open a door, I'm here to open a door