If silence is what it's like

When you're alone

Or when you're alike

These scars that blister wounds

Are one of a kind

But they're alike

And when I cry, I'm not at home

I'm a mess

But I'm alike

All these other scary whore's

Selling more than skin

When they're alike

I'm not scared of being alone

Nor scared of being grown

I'm not afraid of living

Like they said in that song

I'm gone already

My hands are steady

And for the first time in my life

I'm not afraid of being alike

I listened to Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance while writing if you wonder what the "song" was.

It's not good, but I'm not good. So, it doesn't have to make sense, because I know what it says.