Look out through the window, staring to the sky
Trying to imagine how to disappear
Wishing I could just melt away like ice cream
Without a trace, without memories.
But for the record, I am not suicidal
I am just having wild thoughts sometimes
Yes, I breakdown and scream at times
Because I am not made of stone.
So much for rationalizing, so much for using the brain
I trust that God is always there
I know someday I will be very well
What’s the point of being petrified?
And for now I’ve to dry my eyes and stop crying
The sky will be clear, I shouldn’t stop trying
It’s hard to accept the fact that some things aren’t meant to be
But it is not the end of the world like they predicted to be.