world outside

Staring up at the midnight sky,

hear the quiet passing by.

We can't get those thoughts out of our head,

so we keep them in until we are dead.


Twinkling stars that are shining so bright,

I can't help but wish with all my might.

We are just sitting here as suicidal kids,

who don't know how to live through this.


Sitting outside until we shake,

seeing the world begin to break.

The turmoil in our heads won't come to an end,

so our sanity is what we will lend.


The sky stops shining and the moon starts to crack,

our reality is slipping and we just want it back.

Our mind goes numb and our body shuts down,

we've stopped swimming and we've begun to drown.


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