You cry in the corners of the world, because the spotlight will blind your eyes if you were to step out
You cry in the darkness of your mind, because outside you know nothing else but to hold a smile
You cry in front of the lord, because he is the only one you'll let see your pain
What has this world done to you? What have you done to be destroyed?
How can you still be standing by the time the sun sets, by the time of dusk?
You cry among the stars, and you’ll only cry during storms
So then your tears would be hidden among those of the god

Taken. I feel like I was taken from me
And took away from others too
Most people didn't care to see past
The vague smile of productivity
Until it wasn't there either
But others knew right from the start
And it crushed them like I am

Crushed by the weight of others
That they place on themselves
Or don't even recognize are there
Just so I can feel it too- all alone.
Deeper than they ever felt
The weight of their emotions

So why is it that people think
I don't feel anything normal
And by that assertion to mean nothing
Rather than the flooding
Weight of emotions felt more
Than any one of them could imagine

Well except for you, if only
There was trust in our mutual burden
Shared in ability but not scope
Makes for uncertainties

In a field of landmines eager
To go off on me or on you
It's all the same to them

The scars that left you wanting
But unable to accept, in whole

Let me help us heal

As the thick mist inside subsides, he looks around
Finally regained a form of sense
Still bound
Hanging on with a crumbled defence

Tilting his head towards the heavens, he proclaims his disdain.
Wretched beings, break your silence
Acknowledge this pain
Stripped of all humanity, he stands in defiance

Carefully carrying this grief and sorrow
The end is where he wishes to begin
Deleted any perspective for tomorrow
Inviting his demons back to reside within

A flood of dark and putrid aura seizes his mind
Now the beings once again feast
As they mould and sculpt to get this prey refined
This petrified heart shall never again be released

Among those who stand on the edge, he now takes root
The crushing presence of the nether, home sweet home
The screams and whispers and everything they constitute
Home is where he’ll always roam

The only soul i trusted
With my secrets
Became the one
Who shattered them.
Can you truly call yourself my friend?
I don't think so .

You stabbed me -
And the deepest pain
Was never from the blade,
But from the  hand
That held the knife.

Your deception  built the walls
Of my bitterness.
I would rather drown in silence
Than speak my heart to you again.
Yes, you broke me-
But it's okay

Because everything circles back.
What goes around
Always returns.
And I’ve learned—
It’s far better to walk alone
Than to walk beside
A friend who speaks behind my back.

These shackles bind me
Hot metal
Oozing like liquid
Down my wrist

Blood is burning
My scratches have not yet
Seen the light
For down here, it's eternal

Living under a boulder
Trapped in these echo chambers
Hopes were vanquished
Many years ago

The scars keep reopening
Dark chains seeping
Through my skin
Never to be healed

It's a mark
A sign
Another treacherous reminder
That Freedom is not free

At least... It's not for me

I am always
One call away
One text away
One email away
One street away
From you
I am always
There for you
But you are always
One step
Away from me

Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who’s sane,
And maybe stating this is all in vain.
I look around at my peers, and I swear we aren’t the same.
Completely different faces and completely different names.
It’s not a profound declaration,
Or a shoddy improvisation,
And no amount of medication,
Could treat this impersonation.

Too much noise leads to vice.
That’s not even complicated advice.
If you leave people to their own devices,
You’ll find,
That’d we’d be better off leaving them all behind.
When they’re taken away,
You’re left with the glitchiness that remains,
Spouting the funniest thing,
That they heard in every sentence they say.

Perhaps I’m just an alien,
In an atmosphere I don’t belong.
A tree receiving acid rain,
A singer without a song.
I start questioning.
Does anybody think?
Or do they say whatever thoughts enter their brain?
Or if they do,
How many filters do they put their words through?
Are there harsh words I haven’t heard,
Because someone thought it’d be absurd?

Sometimes, it seems as if I’m the only one who’s sane,
But I know my thoughts, sometimes, can be rather deranged.
From fruitless worrying to self-deprecation without blame,
Perhaps, all of us are a tad insane.