On the mend.

You can Bend me, Twist me, Even turn me inside out, Look at my innerds carefully so you know what i am all about.

You can Beat me, look down on me, Even erase the smile from my face, when the claustrophobia sets in there is no time for an inch of space.

The actors who play your friends are admirable i cant lie, the venom that once Dripped From their mouths have now become Dead and Dry, They drag others down And feed for that brand new supply.

I never had a heart worth breaking anyway, i never sat down and participated in the games you'd play, i'd suffer every single day knowing tomorrow is just another one where i'm not doing okay.

As a teen life was Blue skies and a Beautiful flow of easy Breeze, i could walk into a crowd and socialise without having the need to freeze, i became a black box but everybody who tried to understand just Forgot their keys.

Music hits me in a different way where i get lost inside myself, it's like the Lyrics relate to me and take the time to Read my book that Lives upon the old dusty shelf.

I want the world to realise that we are Human too, we need help to fight our demons who are breaking all the way Through, Bullying somebody for something they cannot control is Cruel, When we lose somebody to suicide that is when it no longer becomes cool.