Terminal 604:
Population of 3 million or more
3 million umbrellas, and not a single soul looking up to see the person standing in the downpour
They'd rather step over a body than break their mindless stride
Wrapped in their synthetic shells, keeping their empathy shoved inside
Where are all the others in this city who are suicidal like me?
I know there are thousands of you out there
Probably keeping it to yourself like I always did
Drowning in the middle of a crosswalk while the light blinks "Walk"
Nodding at the barista, paying for a coffee you don't even want
Just to feel the warmth of the cup against a hand that's gone numb
Let's find each other and go to a better place or non-existence, whatever it is
I just want my soul to be at peace
Away from a world that sees a person drowning and only checks the time.
Just writing out my thoughts about how hard it is to come across other suicidal people who are local and about what it's like being in this world. 604 is the area code in my part of BC.
Population of 3 million or more
3 million umbrellas, and not a single soul looking up to see the person standing in the downpour
They'd rather step over a body than break their mindless stride
Wrapped in their synthetic shells, keeping their empathy shoved inside
Where are all the others in this city who are suicidal like me?
I know there are thousands of you out there
Probably keeping it to yourself like I always did
Drowning in the middle of a crosswalk while the light blinks "Walk"
Nodding at the barista, paying for a coffee you don't even want
Just to feel the warmth of the cup against a hand that's gone numb
Let's find each other and go to a better place or non-existence, whatever it is
I just want my soul to be at peace
Away from a world that sees a person drowning and only checks the time.
Just writing out my thoughts about how hard it is to come across other suicidal people who are local and about what it's like being in this world. 604 is the area code in my part of BC.
