No Boy Is Worth Crying

The Chicken's Still Dancing The Chicken Won't Stop

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me?

There Is An Objective Reality In Which My Body And Mind Are One. But I Am Not Here And Never Have Been.

Once You Have Perceived That Life Is Very Cruel, The Only Response Is To Live With As Much Humanity, Humour And Freedom As You Can.