"I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep but I can't, but I can't when you all have guns for hands, yeah."

I know how hard it is to just open your eyes in the morning, sometimes. I know the feeling of praying at night to not wake up in the morning. I know how it feels in the morning when you wake up disappointed and pissed off because you're breathing. I remember covering up my wounds and flushing scarlet tissue down the toilet in the morning before your parents (and later, fiance) wake up, "I know what you think in the morning, when the sun shines on the ground and shows what you have done. It shows, where your mind has gone. And you swear to your parents, that it'll never happen, again. I know what that means." I'm so very familiar with the desperation with every breath you take for someone, anyone to take all of your pain away. To save you from this hell you call your mind. I know the feeling of being a hollowed out shell because all that you were went MIA during this fight. The struggle is so damn hard and I know so many of you want to give up. Still, I am so proud and happy to know every one of you here. Every single one of you. You are my motivation to stay alive. I might be the only one battling my mind, but I stand shoulder to shoulder with the strongest people I know. I'm proud to fight alongside you. I'd gladly live for every single person on this forum. "The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids. Fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this, simply suggest my chest and this confused music, it's obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist."

(quotes are from 'Guns For Hands' by Twenty One Pilots.)