Are they? Do they? Is there? Will I? (tw some serious flashing/static on this one keep urself safe)

Leaches are the least of your worries,

when you bleed so freely,

listen to me when I tell you,

I know you don't feel seen.

The angels only speak in a language made of lies,

and you see right through it,

it fucks with your mind.

I promise there is more to the world than finding what fits,

you can be a little self-centered,

and it doesn't make you sick.

I'll let you know that you will learn to fight,

better than you can now,

one day you will be able to sleep through the night.