You call me crazy,
You say i'm going to die,
you say I have no rights.
You say im a danger to society.
But it could be you one day.
Standing in the valley of the shadow of death
alone and numb
looking for a way out
as you try to hide from the lightening
and all your roses die.
it could be you today
with the world crumbling under your feet
and your dress tearing at your wreath
this could be you today.

This could be you one day.
Sittting at a table surrounded by the demons that haunt you.
Putting on  a happy face but truly falling apart.
Pretending to be put together but truly fading away.
Depression in the corner.
Anorexia to the side blocking the fridge.
Self harm with a knife in her hands.
Suicide with pills otherered to your heart