This is the boy who who felt he had no choice,
Lost all his self worth, no respect for his voice.
This is the boy who feels lost, full of dread,
Lays there at night wished he die in his bed.
This is the girl who is stood on the edge,
Doesn’t see any reason not to step off this ledge.
This is the girl who looks out down below,
No thoughts in her head telling her not to go.
This is the boy who lay down in the bath,
These thoughts now so natural, greets them with a laugh.
This is the boy who believes he can’t cope,
No light in his tunnel, he can’t find any hope.
This is the girl that can’t see past her pain,
From the feelings that control her she can’t find a refrain.
This is the girl who past today she can’t see,
No way out, no escape, no future can thee be.
This is the boy with the cuts on his arm,
A way to control, in his head there’s no harm.
This is the boy who feels so alone,
Thinks he’s a burden, deserves to be on his own.
This is the person with no will left to live,
With no love left inside them, no more life they can given.
This is the person whose pain we often don’t detect,
But their decision is permanent, there can be no resurrect.