Last Of A Dying Breed

I wish I could say that we’re the last of a dying breed,

Generations of mental and emotional suicide,

Keeps us from understanding what life really means…

What our life really needs,

How holding on to the pain really feeds,

On our hopes and dreams,

Our self-esteem…

Too much pride, we rather struggle alone than to win as a team,

Damn!

I’ll say it again…

I hope we’re the last of a dying breed.

See, we live in a generation where an expression of self,

Is an admission of guilt…

Guilty that what we feel is suffering,

Guilty that what we feel is pain, 

Guilty that our brain is different,

Guilty that we’re afraid to be labeled with ignorant names.

But why should we care about how YOU feel?

When we’re the one struggling with a pain that’s so real…

A pain that’s eating us away but we still choose to conceal,

Man, fuck this stigma. I’m tired of hearing that “this isn’t a big deal”.

See why I hope that we’re the last of a dying breed?

You see, this is killing me…

The idea of losing the best parts that we never got to see,

The idea of living up to an image that we gotta be,

In an environment that contradicts that our choice is FREE!

A combination of disaster that changes our psychology,

Decisions based on the trauma of our history…

Affecting our progression, that’s our misery,

It’s about time we start dealing with our tragedy!

I said it…

I hope we’re the last of a dying bread,

So it’s about time that I tell you what I really mean…

When you feel, be sure that you really feel!

When you heal, be sure that you know it’s real!

For holding on to pain doesn’t give you closure,

And ignoring it doesn’t make you any stronger.

Crying doesn’t make you any weaker,

Nor does embracing your conscience when it tells you to speak up!

So feel, heal, love and cry,

For no longer should sad faces hide behind a smile,

When there are ways we can really feel alive inside…