I have been changed for good because walls keep crashing down and I don’t know what’s going on.

Where’s the rewind button?

Where is it?

My time’s running short, my breath is running out.

And I have no one.

After all this I have no one.

Where did they go?

To the Dark Side?

Too much…

To the other side?

It’s not even a side.

It’s a place.

A state of mind.

No one shares my state of mind.

I was bound to be kicked eventually.

Now I’m lying on the ground and nobody gives a damn.

I’m scared.

This is me afraid.

They all think I’m joking.

But I’m not.

This is my afraid voice.

Some one reach out!

Grab my hand and pull me aboard.

I need him.

One of them.

I just need someone.

Music is my hiding place.

I now get a high off lies.

And I want to get high.

What’s this mean?

I’m going insane!

Some one.

Someone.

Help.

He doesn’t even know.

None of them do.

The ones that do are too afraid.

Joking only lasts for so long.

What happens after that?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Because as much as people say they care.

They don’t.

People are selfish.

They pretend.

They lie.

And then they’re too afraid to help.

I want help!

I can’t even help people.

Because I’m not supposed to know.

This isn’t fair.

That they don’t care.

Help.

Help.

If I fall no one will catch me.

Why you ask?

Because no one wants too.

I’m just baggage.

If you love me tell me.

Because it might be the only time you can.

The ONLY time.

Help.

Help.

Help.

My voice echoes off the walls.

It’s the last time you’ll hear-

Help.

Help.

Help.