Through the ocean spilling from your eyes,

can you laugh at the world’s sorrow,

simply because it is so ironic? 



If you had a chance to never have existed,

would you take it?



And do those words scare you?

Do you think that I would do it? 

But I whisper,

I 

don’t

know. 



She said she was taking me to see you,

because it might be the last time. 



If you hated the world so much,

that you would take yourself away, 

what made you think I would like it any better?

Father, I’m too much like you. 



So you would leave me here?

Drowning on the inside?

Don’t

you

dare. 

Or I’m coming with you. 



They shouldn’t make hospital walls white.

Or maybe they just don’t know,

That white is the color of fear. 



And can you hear what the silence is telling you?

Its saying that the world is crumbling.

Stone,

by

stone.

It is falling.



Just make sure it doesn’t crush you. 

You know, it could happen so easily. 



And you better take out your umbrella now,

because the sky is crying.

And make sure that the rain doesn’t touch you.

Because sorrow is the world’s harshest form of destruction.