My version: Thank for the inspiration(Her Last Words - Courtney Parker and Fronda - Underbar

Just an average guy, He always wore a smile.
He was cheerful and happy for a short while.

Now he's older,things are getting colder
Life's not what He thought, He wished someone had told him.

He was always was down, and everyone let it slip by.
So from then on he kept it on the inside.

He told himself he was alright But he was telling white lies.
Can't you tell, look at his dull eyes.

Tried to stop himself from crying almost every night.
But he knew there was no chance of feeling alright.

Now he can't even cry,
and the anxiety level goes so fucking high.

Life goes by...

The feelings of unreality is growing stronger.
What the fuck is even feelings, I dont have them any longer.

He knew he was depressed, didn't want to admit it.
Didn't think he fit in, everyone seemed to miss it.

He had "friends" at school, not alone he sat.
But he knew no one cared when He would chat.

Those cuts on his wrist they were no mistake,
But no one cared enough to save his from this self hate.

Things were going down never really up,
And here he is now stuck in this stupid rut.

He knew exactly what he had to do next,
Just stand on the chair and tie the rope around his neck.

But why the fuck does he not dare.
Why was he so scared.

He had nothing to live for,
But he still around for some reason.

He carried on like a soldier with a battle wound,
Bleeding out from every cut his body consumed.

he knew that his parents was not the only ones to blame,
It was also the world that should bow down it's head in shame.

I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in,
I've come to realise this world's full of sin,

There's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space,
I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race, It's a disgrace.

I was misplaced,
Born in the wrong time and in the wrong place.

As it shines bright, throughout the night,
And remember everyone's facing their own fights.

You are beautiful as you are, you have to be yourself.
Tie both of your fists and focus on something good.

The world is a disgust and they know it deep down that they are wrong and you are wonderful.

But i can't deal with this pain, I'm not a fighter,
So i dont know how long i will make it through, ill just try to hug my pillow tighter.

So let the world know if i die that I died in vain,
Because the world around me is the one to blame.

And when i die i know everyone in a year will forget I'm gone,
'Cause I'm not really something to be dwelled on.

My presence on this earth is not needed any longer,
And this world can go and fuck itself, it has no honor.

Vackert och sorgligt, eller sorgligt och vackert.
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Fint skrivet! Kan bara hoppas det blir bättre för dig! Det blev det för mig och jag trodde jag var dödsdömd...

Vad i all världen skapade jag den här tråden nyss för? Mitt inlägg hade platsat precis i din, Hettan.

D.v.s. ifall hobby-kog-vetenskap och poesi trivs ihop men varför inte?

Se det som ett halvofficiellt förslag på hopslagning, till nån moderator.

/ J