I write to tell people that i can see them
I can see their fears and flaws
Their secret mindset outlawed
Their crazy psychotic thoughts that never reached their jaw
For the fear of being condemned and slapped with the claw

I see them.

I write to tell people that i cry their tears
That its okay to have fears
That i read the charcoal on their face that is in smears
That curing it doesnt need a fucking beer

I write this to say that its not your fault youre deranged
We are in fact strange
We give to people our hearts but they dont come back the same
And if they dont come back we roam the dark streets in our minds like we are insane.


We are insane.
We are twisted and vain.
We hide our shame.
We are so mindblowingly untamed.
We scream in our dreams
We hate the thorns through the seams
We scratch our faces for more pain
We pull our hair through deafening silence of aches and
want to throw ourselves in front of the train.

I write to you to say to you, and only to you,
That whenever you do all these things that out you to the ground weeping
I am here trying to do mirroring

Just so your voice wont be lost in meadows
If anything was to engulf them it wont be shadows.
I speak for you, i out you out there invisible.
So that they know your story and not you
They know someone else has chills down their spines and thoughts are just as horrible.