Just Like Me

Do you know? There are people just like me,
Imprisoned in the worlds inside their heads,
People with nothing left to live for,
Just like me.

Renegades of feelings just like me,
Ones who can't afford to feel, just like me,
For they drown in pools of their own misery,
Just like me.

What about the others?
The artist's who paint wondrous patterns of red on their skin, just like me.
High on it's beauty,
Just like me.

The world isn't kind the people who are just like me,
You leave them alone with the demons in their head,
Leaving them to deal with all the wounds inflicted,
Just like me.

You think of them as emotionless and numb,
Bodies without souls,
With hearts as hard as diomand which will not be thawed,
All those people, just like me.