Everything was beautiful
Bright, happy, colorful
Full of sparkling, magical wonder
I started to smile again
Thought that maybe I could fit in
And the joy would chase away the thunder
Gone were the storms I’d known for so long
And I believed with my whole being that I could belong
Something small and simple cuts deep
tearing you apart, piece by piece
You struggle to recover and understand
But thinking is like sculpting with dry sand
You tried so hard to find something
That describes who and what you are
But that’s not how life works, not really
You might as well try to count every star