Talking From All of Me - But They Still Would Not See

Everyone always expect something from me, some form of perfection that they assume should be.

I have given too much to be everything they wanted me to be, now they are asking me to be myself.

How would I have been everything they all wanted, and still know when it’s me or them that I’m being?

The middle of my heart is a wide hole, but they shout that they’ve never seen anyone that whole.

Tears fall down my eyes like the rushing stream, but they never see the sadness within, only it beauty.

I crave sadness as teenagers seek after love, I crave pain as bees seek after honey, and it scares my soul.

Look into my eyes and see, how hollow it really is, how empty I really feel, what death has made out of me.

There’s no light within, there’s no love for me, there’s no blood to bleed, just the sad life that’s me.

I’ve looked to the stars for ages to wish, but those that shoot seems to have been aimed at me.

I’m so lost, it hurts… I’m so scared, it burns… I’m so troubled, I bleed… Where in this world is me?

They say the other side is better, so I thrive for it. But I see my image struggle to get out the mirror.

I’m on this side knocking that they may let me in, but I hear those within screaming, “Let us out!”

I try to write for you, but often when I say you, I don’t know which, it could be you, you, you or you.

How do you expect me to know the one, when I don’t know how to be one? What even is one?

Come into this night with me, if the stars that fall don’t take us in, then the sun would burn us still.

If the sun would not burn us, the moon would turn us in, and if none would be, then my soul would be free.

Would my scars ever heal? Would my soul ever feel? Would my love ever be real? Would anyone ever know me?

So open your eyes and see, the way the horizons meet, where all of the light would lead, into the night with me.

I know the skies would bleed, both of our hearts believe, all of the stars would guide us home.

But until that day, you see, there’s not a place for me, not a home can be, not a soul would feel.