I see you smile, the feelings you hide, it pains me, that you cry
the laughs are plastic, like your will to live and their false deeds, I sigh
you used to look at the stars, when youth wasn't enough but you don't go outside anymore, I'm worried, you'll be done
and so you stare at that empty hole, that bottle of pills, that yard of rope
and your hands shake too much, to do anything that's enough, so you cry, pools of sadness I feel for you
when will the day come, that the watercolor paintings, catch your eye, before you die?
and please, just remember, when it's pitch black, you can see stars