Find me here, all alone, my world is dark, but my eyes are full of color, I
believe in magic, when the world casts gloomy spells against my shortlived life,
I wake up to the moon and fall quiet in the sun, I am different, they all laugh
when I tear, they all smile while I scream curses into my pillow, and scrape
lies into my arms, I am alone, in a room full of people, I let go, and god
smiles at my painful death, he hates me like the rest, at last I may breathe, I
feel more alive than ever. Irony because I am deceased. They laugh as the hurse
rolls by, funny how it rained all day, from the heavens I still cry. I can not
escape my awful pain, pointless to take my life, when I can live and improve my
hurt, at last I understand and I won't let them get to me, at last I am not
blind like the rest. Dear god, I can see.
