Do you know what I think about this world? How I feel in this place?

I think what's wrong with this world; no one says what they feel, they always hold it in. They're sad, but they don't cry, they're angry but they don't scream. 'Cause if they do, they feel ashamed and that's the worst feeling in the world.

So everyone walks with their head hang low. And I think to myself, I can end it all here. All the suffering, the pain, the loneliness, I can end it all. I can swallow all the pills I want with a bottle of beer to wash it all down. But then I realize that maybe, just maybe, someone is out there holding their hand out to me, just waiting for me to grip on to their hand ready to pull me out of this darkness.

So in the meantime I'll wait here. With my head held high, because no one sees how beautiful the sky really is...

My name is {Y/N} {L/N} and this is the beginning of something new.