I’ve said and done a lot of fucked up shit to people when I was hurting.
I guess it was the only way to show people that as strong as I was, something was wrong.
That even Superman needed someone when he took off his cape.
I guess it was a cry out for help.
Nobody came because, ‘I always got through it.’
I was too strong and they saw themselves as too weak.
So when I was on the floor broken and wondered..
Who does Batman signal when he’s in trouble?
Weak hands can’t save the strong when they’re falling.
I had to save myself.
When I figured that out, nothing was ever the same.