I’m strange.
I know it
And I say it so bluntly, plainly and every “ly” you wish, aren’t I?

I’m lost.
On the path of my dreams and desires
Of my nightmares and wishes.

Strangely lost

Cannot find my compass

I’m looking for them everywhere
And still…
I cannot find them.

Acting like a lunatic,
My favourite part, the one that suits me best
Paranoid, a cornered rat,
Enraged, lost, confused.

Looking for you
Cannot see you anywhere
Oh, no! I think I saw you!
Trapped by your fears, by your past…..like me.

Yeah, I’m a lunatic
An alien of this world
Breaking through you,
Trying to keep up the pace with everybody

But I can’t….
I’m left behind….

So I grasp the icy soul of mine
I try to bring it back to life
And I feel it dying with every second
Leaving behind it darkness and emptiness.

Just help me!

This is my first cry for help
Hoping that you’ll hear it,
Fearing that you’d ignore it,
Knowing that you’ll silent it with ignorance.