You're a beautiful kind of madness. A misunderstood truth..

It took me by surprise.
Familiarised with the forgotten feeling
That I am no longer familiar to the universe.
Conflicted with the paranoid thought
That no one ever sees the true light
Of my actions.
I suffer because of this.
Held back by the remembrance
That I cannot seek salvation in other's souls.

But I try and try again
For the mere thought of loneliness and
The permanent change
Make me go mad.

I’d rather die trying to find a place in
You foul heart, felt,
Than to die misunderstood.

If you could see inside my mind,

You’d see a thousand crumpled papers
And littered desperate dreadful proses
Stained with bruised abandoned phrases
Deprived of blue violets and red roses
With countless mournful lines and versus
Of truly tragic unfinished stories
That tell of dark woe-stricken curses
And depressed fears doubts and worries

If you could see inside my mind

You’d hear my loud bone-chilling screams
And overwhelming hopeless weeping
From long surrendered shattered dreams
Locked in tattered notebooks for safekeeping
Tossed on an empty dusty unmade bed
Of harsh irrational ranting words repeating
Ringing tortured lonely echoes in my head

If you could see inside my mind

You’d see the black haunting misty shadows
That feed greedily on sadness within me
You’d hear my desperate pleas and bellows
Crying out for someone to understand me
You'd see open bleeding festered wounds
And deep thick scars I've never shown

If you could see inside my mind...

You'd feel tears dancing from my eyes
You'd know my regrets and abundant mistakes
You'd know my foolish pride
Just one look is all it takes...
For you to see inside my mind.