For those

 

For those who would rather shoot themselves in the head,

Than go to bed, 

Afraid to confront the monsters in their head, 

For those tortured by an unseen sorrow,

For those not wanting a tomorrow,

And those needing a hero,

Lost in the dark,

A broken heart,

Drowning from all of the pain you've swallowed, 

Feeling nothing more than a broken piece in a crooked game,

That which has made you hollowed,

On your bed at 3 in the morning looking at the ceiling,

Because being so tired you cant see straight,

 Is better than the visions that plague your sleep,

With a gun to your head,

Pills in your hand, 

A razor to your arm,

Tears in your eyes,

While the memories swirl like a vortex

As your hope dies,

Your silent cries,

The sadness in your eyes,

Please listen,

There are others with you in this struggle,

There are those among you who,

Want to help find that happiness you tried to accrue,

They will be with you and stick too,

But as much as you need them they need you too,

Those that care would not dare, 

think about what they would do without you, 

Your friends would all feel incomplete without your sarcasm and jokes,

They'd pray to a god they no longer believe in that it was all a hoax,

Your family would drown in the memories of you,

They'd wish to die too,

If only to be with you,

Thinking of you after your gone,

Would cause unspeakable pain, 

absence of your presence would suffocate them,

They all love and care, 

So don't you dare,

Say we don't care if your gone.