care

Scene I “Fucked up”

It starts with the little things

You grow up

You realize this

You realize that

And the mirage of love

The one that does not exist

You realize it’s a fucked up place

Scene II “We’ve all been there”

We all somehow managed to survive

But did we really?

“dead inside”

“dead inside”

It’s a world of zombies

They’ve made a mockery out of it

For everyone who felt too much before

For everyone who’s just afraid to hurt

But it’s okay, it’s fine

We’ll collect trauma like trophies

All just to put up a good show

I guess, misery is the new trend

Scene III Vulnerability and validation

Nobody talks

But nobody stops talking

It’s all noise

But it still wrong to let it out

The emotional build up

That’s eating away at  

(what was previously called)

the human heart

A sign of weakness

Unless it’s in verses or strokes of paints

Then it comes back to trends again

You know,

The need for validation

For the art that my tears create

Nobody cares

Who am I to judge?

I don’t either.