White sorrow stained
my midnight blue heart
Unreasonable, no truth behind the pain
“Just normal feelings,” my mother tried to explain
But is it really normal
to feel like my heart is being torn apart?
Is it really normal
to spend every day suppressing a scream?
Mother, dear,
these are not normal feelings,
these impulses to bleed and die.
They are curses sent down
from an unknown hand
They are chemicals staining my blood
I swear I can see the colors on my razor blade
These feelings are certainly not normal
they are a cruel disease
And my cure is waiting behind the shadows
I take his hand, and I fly.