You're crying, you're sad, inside you're dying

Shh, I know, I see, I hear- but we're all trying

If someone else says otherwise, just know that they're lying

But what I want you to do, when all you want to do is crumble

Is look up at the moon, stars, or sun, and ignore behind you, the rumble

That same sky filled with different lights is the same one I talk to—mumble

So just do the same, and both our pains will gain some sane

Unfortunately we're still insane

But don't worry.

Who wants to be like everyone else when you can be yourself?

How plain.

My broken heart, and your broken heart should create a jigsaw puzzle

People may play with it, try to fix it, but our stories will always be cracked, in a bundle

And sometimes that's beautiful, so don't give yourself such a hassle.

 My beautiful yet black and white winged, dark and bright angel.