Full of despair inside a darkness
Self conscious and scared, held prisoner of war
Running out of air, buried in a sadness
Want a way out of this paralyzing world
And the sound of the cries when a family's loved one dies
It echoes through a vacant room where a young soul still resides
Searching for a way to escape the madness
A dire need for change as we fight for better days
The hurt and the pain cut deep like a razor blade
Holding in a cry for love, abandoned and afraid
When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows
what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole
You can make it to the sunrise
Iroh:
Sometimes the best way to solve your own problems is to help someone else.
I see how hurt she is sometimes,.. imagine over a decade later.
Wondering why?
Hearing the story of how he was found.
Not knowing his friends,..
Wondering if they missed... signs..
So when I saw the signs (and ppl I've had my own mental health issues, I know the signs)
I thought the best gift, I could give was to cut the charade (one less thing to cope with)
It sort of solves both problems (two birds, one stone)
So that we can meet as equally,.. and move forward.
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