Look at yourself.. Poor stranger passing by. Acting like everything is fine. Unfortunately you can lie using everything except your eyes.
You look strong tho. But the strength is only a mask you wore while brushing your teeth this morning.
Take it off for me. Let me see the broken layers behind it. The ones you are afraid to show because you won't feel comfortable exposing yourself to someone that is not trust worthy.
Is the loud music you're listening to enough to scare the monster that lives inside you?
Or is it just a temporary solution to avoid meeting him again in the middle of the night?
Is that noise able to distract your mind from the ugliness of your wild thoughts?
Is that weird haircut a sign that you're different? Or is the black nail polish a sign of danger? Why is your wrist tattooed with a blade? You should have saved that blood to donate. Why are your outfits all black? What is that darkness all about? Aren't colors a sign of life?
You're absolutely not dead because you believe you are. But you are killing yourself slowly in the worst ways. Try a rope.. That would be easier! You don't deserve life, do you?
Why don't you smell like others? You're fragrance smells like dust with a little bit of passion. You're probably a fighter, aren't you? Or is it just the perfume of your flesh?
Talk to me, tell me things. Don't leave just like this without saying a word. I'm the perfect stranger that will always listen to your words and handle your sadness without complaining and disappear between the woods after making you feel better.