Lights will guide you home

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Ritzi, ritzi, aua, aua, give me your emo power, That’s what’s shared on social media hour by hour,

But their friend hides a secret, unbeknownst to all, They’re unaware of the scars, where pain does install,

And the girl yearns to be among the stars, far away, It’s not about attention, it’s feeling alive every day.

As the pressure rises and the cuts go deeper, And the music grows louder, like a passionate speaker,

They try to cut out the sadness, pain, anger, and panic, But they begin to sink, just like the Titanic,

“Lights will guide you home,” Coldplay sings in their songs, But no lights can make them stay when everything feels wrong.

Darkness seeps through each vein and bone, Leaving them feeling isolated, all alone,

No longer just a metaphor, but a feeling so real, That it brings them down, lying on the floor they feel,

The fall may be deep, but they gaze up at the sky, Stars glimmer like sugar crystals, as if they could fly.

Everyone knows time never ceases its run, And now it’s rushing like the pills they shun,

When you’re falling, there’s a feeling of terror, You don’t want to die, but something inside can’t bear,

They wish for normal problems, like an empty shampoo bottle, But their struggles are plenty, an overwhelming throttle.

I wish I didn’t have to write these lines so grim, But it’s the truth I must admit, let it be a hymn,

I can’t ignore the band that wraps around my friends’ wrists, Every second it springs, persistently insists,

Life still holds value, it’s worth the fight, Even on the darkest days, a lightning strike is in sight.