Only the weak, the broken, the pathetic reach out
They stand in the corners and shout
"Please someone help me!" they spout.
Well not I, I won't be reduced to such
My pride is all I have, and I don't much
So I will suffer in silence, won't call for attention
All the bad thoughts in my head I won't mention
And so they grow, they fester and spread
The voices in my head, frankly want me dead
But I will not cave in when they ask "are you ok?"
"I'm fine, I say, to their dismay
My head is high
My pride will continue to fly!
But it does day by day grow harder to manage
My once strong mind is now a disadvantage
I lie in bed and weep all alone,
When they call I pretend I'm not home.
No one will see me in such a sad state
Weathering this storm solo is surely my fate
And the days go on, the voices so shrill
Further and further I go downhill
Until I can't take it one second longer,
The truth is I can't be any stronger
So I end my life that night, my head still held high
Due to my pride I must be all alone when I die.