Life gets you down
but who is around
when you all you want is to cry
or even straight up die
why are there so many corners
and where are all the shoulders
maybe they are on their own
or they have never known
how to be someone for someone
or to let themself be undone

(i am not the least bit suicidal, it just rhymed)
(cry in a corner? it is slightly disjointed. oh well)
(themself should be a word, i dont like themselves)