May god embracethe mess in your head, The chaos in your heart And the flames in your eyes.For you were never meant toBe loved in pieces Neither chained Or even understood .You are a piece of art And a piece of art is only meant to be admired, desired, andKept away from anyone or anything that may mess with such kind of Magic…

May god embrace The mess in your headThe chaos in your headAnd the flames in your eyes.For you were never meant to Be loved in pieces Neither chained Or even understood.You are a piece of art And a piece of art is only meant to be admired,DesiredAnd kept away from anyone or anything that may mess with such kind of magic...

Cry your heart out little girl Cry ‘till there is no tears more to shed Cry ‘till there is no demon screams through your head Cry ‘till all your pain is washed away Cry ‘till there is no more aches left from yesterday Cause darling that’s how beauty is grown again, for simply a piece of art is made by nothing but patience and a feel of pain …

The voices in my head are never meant to be silenced, they are always meant to be listened to, embraced and turned into something so fascinating such as poetry