the red came
the silver sliced
relieve over came her
the grownd grew closer
I watch the earth move to the dark side of the moom
and I watch as the dark souls rise and the pure ones die
iv seen the deepest pit of hell and killed gods but you still look at me as a lover
and iv sliced the head of babys and caused the deadliest of dreams and you still look at me as the same
boy the bloods on our hands is the wine
and the blue in our veines are the souls of the sinned
live like gods
and die as saints
Depression isnt always
that girl thats crying
or the boy that is always
wearing long sleeves
it isnt always suicide notes
and pill bottles
sometimes its all smiles
and good grades
maybe its the boy
who is always helpful
and the girl you always borrow things from
depression isnt always that easy to notice.
with grass above me
theres dirt below you
when I try to come back
you try to come down
when I want to breathe
you want to stop
when I miss life
you want yours gone
while I forever wish for life
you will always want death
and you eventually got it.
