Damaged people love you like you are a crime scene
before the crime has even been committed.
They keep their running shoes besides their souls every night,
one eye open in case things change whilst they asleep.
Their backs are always tense as though waiting
to fight a sudden storm that might engulf them.

Because damaged people have already seen hell.

And damaged people understand that every evil demon
That exists down there was once a kind angel before it fell…!