If you really knew me.

You wouldn't believe the words coming out my mouth.

Because what you are about to hear is to cruel for a human ears.

But i want dare tell a soul.

Not because they didn’t ask.

Because i am to scared of the words loaded in their rifle.

My secrets hidden behind the mask i wear.

Depression is my parachute.

I have to be stay calm in order to set myself free from it.

But as im dropping the harness becomes tighter and tighter and suddenly I'm not

going to be able to breathe.

As im suffocating im falling to my death.

But if i let it all the pain go.

Will it save my life.

If i let all my thoughts out.

Would people care or would they just drown me in they sorriness.

So before you call me any names.

You should realize that you dont know me.

You should realize that i don't have time to deal with people of ignorance. 

If you really knew me.

You'd know that now... words are my least of worries.