You know life sometimes is like a video game,
Each day comes as a new level, nothing is the same.
Aside from a secret underwater kingdom portal,
A chance anyone could take in a bid to be normal.
And I know where it is, I try getting through every time,
To try something new, I just want to see the excitement that’s behind.
But it doesn’t always last.
There’s something in my mind,
And it causes me to glitch,
And I’m not one of a kind.
I press X 61 times,
hoping for resolve,
Wild Dog mode comes on and my brain doesn’t do as it’s told.
To the point where I shout and tear everything apart,
Shit songs pour out my ears and I’m sent far away from the start.
The screen turns black.
I’m in curled in the corner and I’m crying,
Watching the countdown screen,
And here come the options to sort out my wiring.
Press circle they say to go off and cower,
Search for one way tickets to Canada for an hour.
Press triangle they say to go right off the mark,
Go out with no phone all alone in the dark.
Press square to cry until you can barely breathe,
So much you drift off into a sleep hoping when you wake the thoughts leave.
Press X to teleport to NHS tower,
Go see the wizard for potions for a happy hour.
Press UP and travel to mindful mountain,
And a parrot over 10 weeks will stop you from doubting.
Press R2 to talk to a friend,
Then constantly worry you’ll drive them round the bend.
Press R1 to commence battle with your twin,
About all the mistakes you’ve made only to never win.
And the final option,
Is to press nothing at all,
Countdown goes to zero,
Watch as the black screen falls,
And then you realise you can’t just press pause.
I’ve tried every option,
I even let the countdown get to 3,
Before things got in the way and I internally screamed what was the matter with me.
And everyone always says never wear your heart on your sleeve,
Because when you do they’ll take advantage of you,
They’ll grab your throat the second you’ll close your eyes just to sneeze.
Please tell me what’s so bad about being free,
To say how you feel if any of you have ever felt like me.
Anxiety depression and panic disorder,
When are we going to discover a new outlook is in order?
And I’m not just talking about guessing games when your heart is involved,
I mean when your life is on the line and nobody has been told.
I call bullshit and it makes me angry,
When somebody doesn’t show they cry because it looks more “manly”.
They say it costs us our identity and our pride,
If we ever bother to show what we have inside.
Well I say just take mine, and serve it up hot,
I’ll say exactly how I feel when I feel if it means I’m here, and that’s all that I’ve got.
One day I hope society can see the bravery,
Behind breaking free from emotional slavery.
I hope when someone says they are looking for a “man”,
The answer always is if that means I’m open and honest then I am.
So here is to being one of the 1 in 4,
And hoping that next time they tell you suicide is the number one killer of young men,
That it’s only to say there’s been a change in the score.
Saving our lives is more important than our prides.
Last thing we need is another death to suicide,
The more we talk about it the more we stop letting it slide.