Crazy Loves Company (ver. 3)

We fought hard.
We tried our bests.
Puzzle-piece our lives,
used Scotch tape and Elmer’s glue.
It was hard enough being kids.
Some say we brought it on.
It was our own faults.
We coped. It won.
We sacrificed. It took over.
We accepted. It drove us down.
—we found company, in each other.
Each day a battlefield,
each night survival.
Trapped within the confines of a mind.
You do what you can,
with what you’ve got.
Well, we got squat,
so we made diddly.
No lemons, no lemonade.
We weren’t really crazy, just:
scared, afraid of ourselves,
terrified of each other,
alone, without even ourselves.