My friend you aren't  alone.The black sky is a mere painting to the heavens that exist in your mind.The ones who actually care don't  drip your compassion on a string. You isolate yourself because its okay to wander for days,let your beauty evolve. The way people tell you that your heart is a rock,become hard enough that'll  become a diamond, so you may shimmer.You glisten with the envy of thier glares,because you are the girl with the flaxen hair. Dance in the shadows,and bestow the diamonds of your heart,so that it'll be your treasure. You a crude diamond with flaxen hair of golden strings,that stroke the purity  of your soul.