The minds of empty thoughts,
Never will be lost
The minds of torture
And hellish scapes,
Will find beauty in the darkest place
Should I wish one upon you,
I wish the latter
May your mind suffer
So it'll understand another's,
Find the sweet among the bitter,
The beauty of a rarity,
And the relief of hope after you've lost your way
I wish this on you
It's happened to me
In my darkest moments
I understand relief
It's taught me to breathe
Even if the world is collapsing in on me.