maybe I should've let her in
so she could see the darkness
try and grasp all the rage
maybe that would've been enough
she would've known I'm a man
that I'm everything I'm cracked up to be
that this world will never pierce my depths
or crush me in it's wake
but she'll never know how fucking hard I am
or the pain that moves and motivates me
I don't think anyone will
loneliness is my keeper
and rage is my ferry into the darkness
I wear the scars of my soul
in the art on my arm
strung out there for the world to see
but self absorption blinds them
and they'll never be able to open their eyes
they'll never be able to see
that they were drowning
and an outstretched arm was for help
not an invite to pull me under
they'll just move on
until they find the next chump