Address to the "Proffesionals" (We're NOT Mental!!)

by Hannah Mhairi   Jan 6, 2008


I'm not alright, I'll never be okay,
Forget about the future, it's been hard enough today,
I hope tomorrow never comes,
Say I'm sorry to my loved ones,
When I finally die
Say I couldn't last the night.

I've been waiting for a brighter morning,
With rays of hope to shine,
But the sun keeps burning me,
And I'll never be fine.

I'm drowning in the rain,
Pouring out my sorrows,
Just trying to make it through today,
And hoping there's no tomorrow.

Well if you think I'm doing wrong,
Try to understand my song,
I've lasted for so long somehow,
But my dreams are fading now,
I'm never going to open my eyes,
And see good in the sunrise.

It's not a crime,
To want your life to be okay,
And so people need to understand,
Sometimes there is no better way.

I'm not needing treatment,
I'm not needing mental care,
The only one's that understand me,
Left this world in their despair.

And you'll never understand,
Until you've played this final hand,
'Till the people who think we're mad,
Have realised it's not that bad,
And nobody should be criticized,
Because they tried to end their lives.

So before you make a call,
Just you try going through it all,
Then perhaps you'd see,
There's no insanity,
Then just maybe you'd open your eyes,
To why there are, suicides.

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