Myself.

Lately I have stopped being quiet,

Because I have seen and heard things I have not told you yet.

I’ve been alone in my darkest pits,

I’ve been broken in my happiest moments.

And I saw who cared and who hadn’t, and I saw myself.

The dark side and the bright side and the one in between.

I saw my labels float the empty space in my head,

Lighting up all my memories and I have searched for the good ones.

I saw I have been myself, 

And you have been everything you are not.

So I’m the wolf and you are the hunter.

Ever since my mind has been able to write and my heart to feel the words,

I have been telling the papers who I am,

The people, well they can see it in my eyes.

And sometimes I’m so messed up in my own world, where you don’t see any meaning.

Like every other human, I have been different in the most insane way,.

And today is no more different than the days I have been slashed with words.

Every drop of water from the shower, 

The black and white films,

I’d still remember the liars and the haters, and the lovers before them.

The ones who knew nothing but told the opposite.

I’ll be the wolf hunting the hunter.

Lygophiliac, you can call me,

But I’d still be in the sunlight, with my eyes set on you.

I’ll defy the same things you carved into my head.

I’ll stitch my own wounds,I have done that already.

I’ll sneak into the terrace again, walk on the ledge, fall, if I have to.

I’m in your head.

Delicate as my own finger nails,

Blue bathtubs and black tiles,

You don’t know me, but I’ll let you.

I’ll let you try, because I know you want to.

You don’t know my dreams, the plans in my head.

My mirror, I wrote on the walls, I wrote in red.

I wore black but I was dressed in white.

I’ll choke myself but I won’t change my life,

I won’t hid my slashed wrists,

I will tell you the reasons and I’ll anticipate your answers.

Yet I knew what it was,

I was the one you were afraid to have and lose.

Twisted, so is fate.

I want to own this record,

I want myself.