You're Never Alone

Have you ever stared into the eyes of the dead
when your thoughts have said that you were
bred to be haunted by these thoughts of suicide?
When you feel that those thoughts define how you
should be defied, feeling like you've been crucified
or brutalized by your inner conscience, telling you
that you're worthless, that there's no point in workin'
or breathin', that all are just deceivin' you. And
how you would much rather eat a bullet to neutralize
those thoughts that paralyze you from succeedin'.
That you're no better than a heathen in the eyes of
a Christian. Just some parasite, feedin' on the
food that others need to be alive. You feel that you
have no right to thrive, that you'd be better off
if you took a dive, but then feel ashamed so you
have to disguise the mental struggle and it's just
so fucking hard to survive, because all you want
to do is apologize for taking up space that some
other life that should have replaced you, and while
it feels true, it's not.

You never need to walk alone.
You have no weakness to atone.
The truth is they've never known
The hell you lived as you've grown.
What it's like in that zone.
What it's like to never have a home.
How it is to see your gravestone.
How it may be, you're never alone.

Millions of others suffer just like you. Like a
brother or a mother, they're just like you. Some
are cutters or cry undercover that much is true
but they suffer the same, just a different view.
So many suffer in silence to hide the violence
of their days. This quietness and idleness is
unacceptable and must change. There's nothing
righteous on keeping quiet. It's more insulant
that this shit does circumvent its way into the
events of millions of lives. Some are born with
it, and just have to deal with it, because they
entered the world living in hard mode, and
there's no cheat code to make them bold, so
doing as they're told forms them into a mold
that leaves them and the world so cold, and leaves
their thoughts untold. Their views of the world
are blue, their numbers in line are always in
queue, and really all that is wanted is a preview
of hope, it won't come until they push through
and letting their past be in the window of the
rear view.

You never need to walk alone.
You have no weakness to atone.
The truth is they've never known
The hell you lived as you've grown.
What it's like in that zone.
What it's like to never have a home.
How it is to see your gravestone.
How it may be, you're never alone.

The thoughts will pester if you leave it to fester
but in making things better you gotta move
forward. The steps will hurt and you might bleed
physically and metaphorically, but you will find
the strength internally to really be how it is you
truly desire to be perceived. You weren't born just
to struggle, but that is a hurdle you must overtake
if you plan to forsake the hound that tends to
alienate you from the world. Stop trying to be normal
there's no such thing. You can only be yourself
and that's one thing that no one else can ever be.
So while you stare at the eyes of the dead, allow
those tears to be shed, but don't be mislead into
believing you belong on a deathbed. You're fighting
harder than most, giving your utmost attention
to not overdose, so be proud and not some ghost.
Boast despite what you've been diagnosed, because
you're fighting harder than those on easy mode
that had nothing to sacrifice, and never understood
what it meant to be alive. Rely on those friends,
call a hotline, but never say goodbye and be the
hero that is idolized for how you utilized the hurt
for your benefit.