I know life ain\'t a bed full of roses
But I did nothing wrong to be laying on thorns every night
I\'ve never wished another fellow bad
I\'ve never speak ill of another
Suffering has been the only thing I wake up to
And tears are what my pillows are filled of
Suicide might ease the pain
For I\'ve worked more than I\'ve earned
I\'ve been lost more times than I\'ve been found
I\'ve been scolded more times than I\'ve offended
I\'ve lost my mind more times than I can remember
I never thought it would come down to this
I heard them saying \'suicide is not an option\'
But do they even listen when I speak?
Do they ever tried to wipe the tears off my face?
Or provide a solution to my problems?
All they do is point out their fingers at me
As the bad one if I failed to listen to them
Or failed to wipe the tears off their face
They\'ve never tried checking up on me
But I\'m the bad one if I failed to do so
All they expect of me is to comfort the ones
That never think of comforting me
No one really cares if I\'m lost, sad, depressed or crazy
They only see me as someone they can run to
When they\'re in dire need of me
But I watched them looking at me
Like some piece of shit when I need them
I\'m only needed when I have what is needed
No one really cares about a broken guy
I see I have no reason to live anymore
Or maybe I was born too soon
I know life goes on with or without me
Yet several expectations were made for me by them
When I disappeared to take care of myself
I was seen as being selfish
Even when they knew I was losing my mind
Yet they never cared
The more I think about leaving this world
More I think about my family
I know of their struggles too and
They pose as the only reason to live
But when everyone is fighting for their lives
It\'s all hell of a fight
And you hardly know your comrades are going down
I worked to earn a living
But the country is not helping
Way too corrupt that making a living is harder
Than teaching a bird to swim
It\'s quite unbearable
And I don\'t think I can go on with the pain anymore
I possess several talents yet I\'m an underdog
No one recognizes what you\'re doing
Lest you belong to the larger community
It\'s a problem you face being an antisocial
I\'m at a cross roads where I don\'t know
If leaving the world is right or wrong
Just as the advices means nothing without help
Several get well soon but no one is getting the drugs
Several you will be fine but no one is making the effort
Just as consoling the problem without suggesting a solution won\'t yield a thing.