Love yourself

I’m PARANOID and SICK of this
WORLD's misconception of things I did
My language poured across this WRIST
In a metaphoric DISASTER
My guess, I’m missing out the punch line
Unless this hanging noose
Is fitted to be all MINE

I stood by everything I LOVED
While you NEVER understood ME much

‘Cause there’s only ONE of ME
And TOO many of YOU, fighting over nothing.
Oh, there’s never enough COOL for everyone
And before YOU know it you’re selling out to be IN

There’s never enough COOL

These eyes ungoverned are tearing US apart
Their ears forsaken have given up on art
Now, WHY believe in anything they...

I welcome this pain
beating down on me
Is it your eyes
that choose not to see?

All I would do
if only you knew
All of my trust
was given to you

Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far

I buried this hurt,
concealed in this heart
Go lock all your doors,
these cold steps will warm

Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever...

Help. She whispers. 
The guards drag her to her room. 
She screams inside her head. 
So loud and yet so quiet. 
The white walls and linen sheets. 
Charted times and appointed sessions. 
They leave her on the floor next to a bolted down bed. 
Abandoned. 
Thoughts race through her head of why she's here. 
And they return empty. 
A tear absently streams down her cheek and then her breathing shudders. 
It grows cold and she lays on the dirty linoleum. 
Hugging her knees to her chest and squeezing her eyes tight. 
A nameless face knocks on the door and saunters in. 
She kneels down and helps the...