You sit in your pitch dark room

With tears streaking down your face
You want to end your life
And wipe out all the disgrace
But I don’t let you do that
And you flare up at me
Telling me I don’t understand
Telling me that I don’t see
I urge you to speak about it
But you tell me hard to think
Whether I’d really like to know
How it feels to be on the brink?

YOU:

"Do you really aspire to feel
The agony that rips my insides?
Do you really want to sit and count
All the silent tears I’ve cried?
You just cannot imagine how it feels
To lose your friends every singe day
Its unbearable and excruciating
And it doesn’t let you run away
I’ve seen drugs, I’ve seen bloodshed
And you tell me to retain my faith
You sit there oblivious to the pain I feel
Or the nightmares that haunt like a wraith
You won’t be able to bear
You won’t be able to stand
All the grief that plagues my heart
All the cuts that lace my hand…."

ME:

"Yes…I won’t be able to see
I won’t be able to realize
That you have hurt so much that
Death would be your greatest prize
But it doesn’t mean that I am free
It doesn’t mean that I don’t care
Everyone has their own problems
And even I have got my share
Yes, I can’t see things your way
Or even feel the way you do
But at the same time, dear Tinkerbell
Even you can’t step in my shoe
You see, you’re hurting a lot
And you feel your pain is unknown
It’s true, I won’t deny it
But at least you’re not alone!
And please remember that when you suffer
And when your life seems no less than a curse
Things are already very bad enough
They can’t possibly ever get worse…
So, please don’t think of giving up
You have to try, you have to strive
For your friends, for your family and for me



YOU HAVE TO MOVE ON WITH LIFE…"
I would want to live longer...