You don’t hear my mind screaming But this is the place, Where my pen sits calmly Waiting for me every moonrise
You don’t see my blue veins But this is the place, Where they empty themselves To refill them in the morning
This is the moment when I pour down the ink- Mix it with my sorrow, And stain all the papers with my blood This is as wonderful and painful as it gets,
But you don’t hear my scars giggling Pretending they’re tough Or my silver shivering Whispering to me stuff
I'm here when you need me I'm all yours Come hold my blue skin am aching But you don’t hear my bones begging for more
The way I wanted you to You don’t see my eyes bleeding The way I wanted you to You don’t see the big picture,
The way I drew it for you This is the place Where my pen overdoses on my thoughts Here,I see through everything, I never get cold