• Are all teens the same?
    Do they all have a certain aim
    An aim to die
    Or an aim to live a lie
    To be something they’re not
    To loose their life and be forgot


    Either by gun, knife or pill
    Each of those thoughts just makes me ill
    To think that they could just throw it away
    Just so they wouldn’t have to live another day
    Maybe they do it because they’re stressed
    Or maybe they’re just plain old depressed

    Sick of a life that isn’t fair
    Feeling like their family doesn’t care
    They live a life of neglect
    All they want is a little respect
    So that they have something to live for
    So they feel at home in their very core


    Instead they try to hide
    Their different attempts at suicide
    They hide the pain behind their eyes
    So that it’s not so hard to cut the ties
    So they can go in peace from this life
    By using a gun, a pill or a knife