I looked in the dictionary to find an explanation
Of why I feel like this, why the pain electrifies,
Helps me unwind. I wonder if I am
Still numb and if my heart will ever stop beating.

I don’t know what it means to feel,
And you don’t know what it means to bleed,
So what’s the point in all this screaming?
You aren’t listening anyway.

And I know that if I took the time
To read between all the lines,
I still couldn’t make you realize
Man was never beautiful.