we are the broken and the beautiful.
the scared senseless,
the ruptured souls.
we are
the crashing waves
against this basic
society.
The collapsing calls
of desperate need
for someone to notice the fire
scorching our inner organs
and our deepest thoughts.
we are
the unknown galaxies
waiting to be discovered
waiting to be loved
waiting to show through.
We are the kids
that never have enough time
yet too much to spare.
The kids
that keep the sky
in the crevices of our hands.
the kids that like to get hurt
just to know that we can feel.
We are
the misunderstood,
eccentric pulchritude
that you aspire to be.
We are
the unknown.
