There\'s a certain point in someone\'s day when they need a good cry. They don\'t know why. Is it because they are in a conservative family and are bi? Or is it because they have these uncontrollable urges? We cut, but it only leaves scars. We burn but only leave bruises. We fight but rarely win. When will the fight we call life end? Who will be victorious? We\'re stuck in a dysphoria with no light at the end. We never show our colored truth because is it true? Are we in a simulation, and death is the key out? Will we be given the key, or will we have to steal it? We are stuck in a two-way street that goes on for eternity. With each cloud that vanishes, does someone vanish too? We have tried everything from ice to rubberbands. When will we find something other than a blade to reprimand? We disappear into the speakers so something will finally understand. Is that it? Just vibe to the tune while our hearts are being ripped apart? We are told life isn\'t fair, but this is borderline brutality. So is this what we call reality? You lose yourself in song, but it has to end. Lavender and eucalyptus are good but won\'t bend the state of being. Well, we will be leaving, but we will bring our luggage, don\'t worry.