That there is no such thing as

It gets better from here 

That there will always be more 

Lies than truth 

You have always been 

And will be alone 

An outcast so you have been told... 

Of laughter 

Anger 

And fear 

Because tomorrow to you 

Is not here 

But crushed with nightmares 

Of the past 

And still rejecting the deception 

That lies within your future

So it's the shelter you seek 

To hide as a refugee 

From ongoing bombs 

In a war you didn't start 

But can't stop

Deciphering codes of paper and ink 

That nobody bothered to read or to see 

Cause beneath all your armor

Lies that fraile boy you were at age thirteen 

With dialed up eyes 

And plaque filled teeth 

So in the shadows you lurk 

To conceal yourself from the rest 

Because what good does it do 

To be soft-hearted..

When darkness is your only 

Defense?