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you are sick, and I know that 
that’s why I will never be mad at you 
I can understand and feel your pain perfectly 
your brain’s your biggest enemy 
always fighting against you 
and I could never blame you for that 
because you didn’t ask for be what you are 
you didn’t asked for being hurt by yourself 
or trapped inside your shadows 

you’re sick in the brain, I can see that 
that’s why you’re always on the run 
away from your mind 
never stopping 
never letting yourself be caught by your thoughts 
always trying to find something that holds you trough the dark
a reason not to fall apart 

No matter how many times you will make the same mistakes 
I will never be mad at you 
Because I know you would do it differently 
If you wouldn’t manipulate yourself 
-And at least you’re trying 
Even when you don’t stay for long 
you do try to do the right thing 

There is a war behind your eyes 
that keeps you locked within the walls you made -
walls build high from stone 
so that no one sees the cracks you hide 
But I do see your blood from fighting 
like an ocean of tears
shining in the moonlight 
and you drift further and further away 

You’re thoughts are infected 
by the voice inside your head 
which burns itself deeply into your faith 
and poisons everything you touch 
whispering lies and calling them the truth 
so you can’t trust yourself 
because the voice yells too loud, too fast, too much 

You’re tiered from life 
not that kind of tiered sleep could ever fix 
you’re exhausted from your brain 
like a wet coat you can never take off 
and every time you try to explain 
you’re voice breaks and you fall into silence 
But I hear it all 
The silence between your words
The screams between your thoughts 
And I know you wish you could breath without hurting 

You’re sick in the brain 
and that’s not your fault 
but it’s real 
and you hate it, you hate being sick 
you hate how it feels and makes you suffer
how it makes you hurt the ones you love 
not because you don’t love them—
but because your sickness tells you
they’d be better off without you 
So you leave before they see what you’ve become
you hate how it makes you feel like a monster 
when all you are is someone who’s hurt 

You are sick, and people don’t see it,
because there’s no bandage, no scar, no blood 
But it’s there
invisible, but screaming
And I see it
I see you, despite the pain 
And sick doesn’t mean you’re alone 
Sick doesn’t mean you’re unworthy
Sick just means you’re lost
you’re lost fighting something
that most people will never understand

you are sick, and I know that 
But that never made you unloveable
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