I take hold of my eyes when I weep.

My heart thrashs about like something that once was a live yet is going to die.

Everytime I look through the pain, they always turn away.

With out fail I reach my arm out to only to get cut off.

Barriers are put in place, no entry for my type.

If you could see pass my pain I am in love with you.

I am your brother, why should we be less.