you have invaded my psyche

and called it healthy

harassing my thoughts

the owner of a new disease

breaking down doors

when I gave you the keys

I tried to paint the sun on my window

but black was all I could show

and you put me here

the place I now call home;

it feels too crowded

to be here alone.

who are you

and why are you dead?

I still can't sleep tonight

I think I'll fly instead.

this is a question

and my answers are misread

fall too hard and crash too fast

your little feelings could never last

take a second to realize pain

find it beneath a wound

inside of your brain

they said its perfectly normal

to be this insane.