If those who harm themselves don’t make it to heaven
Then who will provide them with a safe haven
And who will shower us with love and care
When everything in life seems unfair
Mental health is deemed not needed
And the plant of stigma is seeded
To make us out like Satan
Would we rather stay forsaken
But who would speak out and be kind
To change their stubborn minds
Of the ugly scars we got
From the battles with Death we bravely fought
And the solace we sought
Was thought as some sickened plot