Tell me I’m crazy Tell me the truth Tell me I’m hell bent on approval I slather on pride as a sticky sunscreen to try and hide the scars
Tell me I’m crazy Tell me I stay up at night terrified I have everything to be afraid of Tell me I’m crazy.
I need you to tell me I’m crazy To tell me the truth I hide in the shadows and can’t be dragged out Tell me I’m crazy
Tell me I’m alone That I’m a singular ink blot in perfect cursive because Life would be so much easier if I had an excuse for all this Tell me I’m crazy.
Tell me it’s okay Because at night when I lie awake Scared of shooters and secrets and fire and friends I need to know I have a future Tell me everything
Tell me everything because I’m tired of being cast to the side, the footnote of an essay, tell me everything Because I need to know
Tell me I’m loved Because when I sit under my desk and watch 10 become 12 in the reflection of the blade I use so often I need to know
Tell me this is a phase That tomorrow I can wake up And smile and make my life Happy and be normal Tell me this is a phase
Tell me this is normal That everyone goes through this Tell me I’m alone That I have a reason for this all Tell me it goes away with time That I have a future worth living Tell me this is a phase That I can be normal soon Tell me everything That you know how I feel Tell me I’m loved That you feel the same way Tell me I’m crazy Tell me that it’s okay. Tell me the truth.
Because in the shadows I have everything to be afraid of.