Sheeps And Wolves As the end comes near I wonder what I've done wrong And what i hold dear The friends i made The ones that left The ones that gave aid The long nights, depressing songs How I got by i dont know I just moved along Remember that today wont be my last day Ill make sure of that I will not become stray Because my #life is worth something And I shall find it one day My calling I will not become prey The voices in my head May act like wolves But i am not a sheep I wont be found dead

Hollow All I can think bout right now: Why do I lay here, In this dark room Waiting on my doom. Why do the words of others, Get turned on replay At the end of every day I wish tears could fall But my cheeks are dry No one to call No one to tell good bye Walking through the halls And the eyes follow But all they see is my hoodie Because I'm hollow Hollow as can be No matter how much i beg and plead My mind will never be free To roam and imagine A world without haze

One Day You think the pain and agony will stop with the slice of that blade to your wrist? As if you think once you're gone you won't be missed? No matter if others believe in you. they don't know how much you grew. How much farther the light has gone. If only your #life could be drawn. If only you could just tell them whats going on. If only you could just get a one day pardon. Because we all just need one day. For one day, we could be okay. The late night, dark, bed lays. With your parents words going through your head. "this is just a phase." As if they don't understand that their words are our drug. And they wonder why when they ask "are you okay?" I just give em a shrug. People put us out to be our own species Asking us questions like our #life is their quiz So when you put that blade in your hand. You aren't the only one in this dark land. There are others all around making a stand. Put the blade away, give me one day, I'll show you that we care. And some way, you'll be okay.