You think you’re healed, saved, happy.
You think the pain is over.
And then it drags you back.
You dont know what to think anymore, everythings just collapsed.
It’s funny. I say goodnight but I wish id said goodbye.
Someone give me a reason to live.
I’m breaking. dying. slowly.alone.
I don’t want to face school tomorrow.
I said i wanted freedom but it turns out I rely on guidelines.
So guide me away from the pills.
1.2 skip a few 45 now die.
I think that we are all angels, or some of us, but maybe the reason people hurt themselves is because they dont know how to get home, to the land where angels are born.
Taking pills is scary- you never know when its enough. Especially when there’s a whole cupboard of pills next to you.
To everyone out there going through anything that seems remotely unfair, that hurts, that you cant stand or you want to run away from,
You are angels. You are all beautiful, incredible, inspirational angels. Maybe life is a test. Maybe this is a test to see who can survive this world, and i I know you can pass. You can climb to the top, stick your middle finger up and shout that you made it.
It can’t have always been bad. It wasnt always painful. There’s gotta be something to live for.
Set a goal and you’ll achieve it.
Hold on tight, there are thousands more angels out there.
We all know that playlist.
That one we listen to late at night on full blast.
Crying loudly while everyone sleeps.
This is me right now. And this was you the other day.
Let’s fade in the music together.
When it next snows,
Let me melt with it when the sun shines.
Maybe then you’ll miss me like those snow men you make.
Maybe you’ll remember me when the sun shines.
Maybe ill feel like there’s some light in this world.