Contemplation

Remember that rhyme about sticks and stones? How broken bones hurt more than the names that were thrown? Remember how in grade school everyone was our valentine? Now we can’t find the time To gather the courage to speak our minds About the person we want to call “mine” Remember how we used to believe in fairy tales? Now love fails us and broken heart strings imprison us like jail Apparently our parents lied When they said we’d die next to the person we loved like husband and wife Now adolescents lie at night praying to die Some will tie a noose Some will bleed out and let loose Some will grab their Dad’s gun and shoot for the moon But I might just pop pills to kill the will to spill Blood in the sink And to think a bitter drink was more distinct We all want to be adults, but as kids it just results In insults and the real adults think our music is a cult It’s never been said But without music most of the youth would be dead So we lie in bed with our headphones Blaring until we’re deaf toned In a dead zone now head home This is for the poppers, the purgers, and the starvers And the smokers and the cutters Because we feel like we can never love another so forget the others We live for our sisters or brothers The ones who still have a chance at life So we teach them to live it right Because we know what it’s like to fight for your life every night And you cry Wishing someone might come and find you And look in your eyes And tell you how much they like you Despite all the lies and frights you find inside of you But you somehow keep your hopes up even if you’re doped up You still show up to school hoping to grow up But we just get picked on So listen to this song If you’re giving up on living it up Some say suicide silences secreted screams So drown demons deliberately within deep dreams Very often we debate suicide as an option without caution Since we’re going to hell we might as well drop in Yes words hurt more than broken bone You’re all beautiful. You just got to let it show.