I see your skin.
I see your scars.
I hear the cries you shout toward the stars.
You think you’re alone.
You think you’re insane.
When everyone leaves,
You just look for another vein
To cut open and bleed on the tiles.
You’ve forgotten how to smile.
You’re not insane.
You’re not alone.
Let me help you wipe those tears.
Let me help you get back on your feet.
Let me help you throw those blades in the trash can
Out in the street
So your skin will never again bleed.
You’re beautiful to me.
And if the others can’t see,
Then let them be.
They don’t deserve this peek behind
Your carefully built and painted blinds.
Let me help you find hope.
Let me help you find love.
And I’ll send out your words
To the stars up above.