The Same

get me out of here.
i cant suffer this anymore.
you know how this feeling goes.

Each with his own way.
to handle the things. from little to wrost.
you take your drugs to forget about what happend
the guy next to you drowns himself in booze till he wakes up without a memory
she cries herself to sleep. thats her way to let it out
that girl in the corner. she writes beautiful things. to express what each of us are feeling
that guy with the broken arm? he punchs the wall, thats his way around.
see the silent girl in the third row? she goes to the shore and screams her heart off
the wierd couple ? she doesnt eat when she feels like this. and he does the opposite.
the guy who is smiling? thats just a mask. he will break down before the rest of us.
and me? im a cutter.

we all end up hurting ourselves. so why do you judge me and not them?
im nothing special. we are all the same. careless and hurt. broken and lost with no way home.

do you ask where home is? home is where you will be happy being who you are.
where you will feel everything is alright. to live and not to survive another day.

shed your masks. show your pain
if you hide the pain. it will remain