Speak to me of Suicide
Speak to me of suicide
of dirty lies
and teary eyes
tell me of the world that be
instead of the dream you wish you'd see
Tell me what I need to know
show me that I'm not alone
Don't whisper sweetly over the phone
because reality's not waiting until I'm grown
Tell me about drinks and drugs
of depression veiled with empty hugs
Sing to me of broken souls
love and laughter gone when no one's home
share with me the darker nights
no joy abounds to redeem the light
Paint me a picture of the struggle I see
within and without the grim portrait of me
Draw me a sky overcast with cares
too easily given, though too unprepared
Don't speak only of love and life and laughter
then leave me to deal with the pain thereafter
give me a dose of the destruction I see
then help me get to where I should be
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I'm sleepy now, so maybe I'll explain this later. Looking at my track record, though, I wouldn't get your hopes up.
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