Tailgating On A Dirt Road

I could pray for help,
But God wouldn't care.
It's two a.m.
And I'm breaking down.

Emotions show like scars on flesh,
And the heart rests in broken pieces.
Remaining invisible to the human eye,
But burns like a fire's ashes.

Jack Daniel's brings a minute's comfort
Until the dark reincarnates the sorrow.
They say mirrors capture the soul,
But mine's only bitter and black.

Eyes of sympathy are focused on me
Pittying the depression I with hold inside.
Society's a bitch and everyone knows it,
Can you see the ribs through my skin yet?

You can't trust anyone in this town
Everyone's only jealous and selfish
There's only one exception,
And his name is Patrick.

We connect like fireworks on July fourth,
But like everything else, we burn out.
Were are not stupid emo kids like in shows,
We're just emotional, misunderstood young adults.

There's a light in his eyes,
And I praise Troy for that.
But I know that he's still stuggling inside,
And the nights still eat him alive.

Every rose has its thorn,
And every heart breaks.
Depression is a suicide note
That's overcome by wisdom.

I love you Patrick Ford,
Remember to smell the flowers
And sharpen your blades,
The sun will remain to rise.