Stop the bull

Ever since you were 9 you were praying to die, and it's okay I feel your pain. You feel like trash in the wind, you feel there's no escape from the place your call your brain. And there is thoughts telling you to end it all.
        and your parents saying it's a phase but deep down you always felt this way, you know no one will get it no will ever understand it.
       Your friends don't help they just like forget bro. But you know you're not alone.
         Because every day I'm left in a daze lost in a maze will someone one save me. Or are they gonna tell me to just breathe deeply
          Because your sick of the bull everyone at school hold you under but they don't know your full potential