When you cry for no reason

And break down into tears

When your use to the teasing

And having no pears

When your use to the scars

And the bleeding in pain

When your use to gazing at the stars

Through your scattering chains

When your use to the night

And the fear of the light

When your use to the red

And the poisoning of lead

And the wishing for death

And taking your last breath

When your use to being to weak to get out bed

And to weak to fight the demons in your head

When you start to let go and they don't even know

When you start to lose the fight

When you start to lose the light

When you start to stay goodnight

For the very last time