Some people say there's no emotion,
Behind the texts and messages.
That they're fake.
Or maybe,
Hallucinations that our own brain makes.
Just words, no more and no less
Than things sad that don't matter.
Repeated messages of affection,
That are pieces of shit,
And nothing more than.
They are wrong,
And never has any one ever been so wrong.
Those little texts that make me smile,
Instead of making my cry,
Make me want to stay aw while.
Those inspirational stories,
Stories that say get better.
That is what counts,
Not how it is said,
But to what purpose it amounts.
It's saved me from killing myself,
Not to say I won't try again.
But it kept me strong,
Words on the screen and typed laughter,
And for how long?
A fucking year, that's how long,
And I don't think I'm going to leave.
Not to leave this world of fantasy,
And of comedy and tragedy,
I'm sorry,
But I hate reality.
I'm staying here.