Bad Thoughts

I'm sick of life cause nothing ever goes right

For the outcast, suicidal thoughts with a knife to the head

Is it worth to be alive or dead?

So many eyes on heads, staring viciously ahead

At the victims bleeding red, while they're living on the edge

Bad thoughts talking for ya, but it wasn't what you said or what you thought

Do they care when you talk?

Nervous, walking on egg shells, falling down, weaker than hulk

Nobody cares, they shove you in a square and disappear

Walking around, claiming that they're there for ya

But who is there when you're going through a nightmare?

Fading through the darkness, breathing in the night air