I dont romanticize the rainstorms anymore

I dont romanticize those damned nights

Where im crying on my dirty floor

And im shaking from panic

As the monsters in my mind

Run around seeming manic

I cant romanticize my broken pieces

Because they arent anymore beautiful

Than as harmful as this disease is 

This pain that i have caused myself

Is not a mural on a stony wall

It has always been a cry for help

And in this cry i always seem to plea

Clutching my pillow, the monsters

Will hear it and finally let me be

You cant romanticize something deadly

And even though they always find

I hold myself and hum the melody

To quiet my loud and dark mind