The Process

Sing in the rain.

I assure you, your troubles will go away.

Lay in the snow.

You'll become numb head to toe.

Dance in a storm.

Nobody can see if you're bad.

Cry in the dark.

Hide away your pain and emotions.

Dress how you want, not how society wants.

Be yourself but suffer consequences.

Lose your mind.

One strand of sanity dies at a time.

Drowned out the world.

Every song counts.

Blame yourself, not everybody else.

You did this. You made yourself. 

You carved every intricate detail with a carving knife.

You hid in a realm of fairytales and lies, praying you're not human.

You dug your own hole.

And now others will cover it.