(By Green Day) (I don’t know if it’s my _favorite_ song but I do like it a lot so yeah.)

She’s broken,

Falling apart,

No matter how hard,

She tries to pull it together.

No one understands,

No one listens,

So she’s left screaming in silence,

Begging the void to acknowledge her.

She’s crying,

And wretching,

A riot boiling inside her,

But oh, she might be dying.

Then she found the album.

It was loud, and angry,

And tired, and sad,

And apathetic,

Yet filled to the brim with stress.

It let her cry, let her scream,

Told her it was alright to be broken,

Showed her that there was so much beauty in the dark, hideous world.

Not in spite of the ugliness,

But because of it.

She deserved the chance,

To break free,

Into a world where she wasn’t locked up.

She was still burning.

Maybe she always would.

But she was finally _heard_.

And, sometimes, isn’t that enough?