The devil doesn't have horns
He can be pretty
And manipulation is wrapped
In pink little ribbons

Gaslighting is covered
In sparkling wrapping paper
And misdeeds are hidden
By soft velvet curtains

"We start self-harming?"
"We've been clean for a year"
"I never thought we could enjoy harming ourselves"
"In the future you'll understand"

"How could you!"
"You'll understand when you're older"
"We said we wouldn't lie to them!"
"...I know"

"Where did our cheerfulness go"
"..."
"Answer me!"
"...It's too long of a story"

"So we are attracted to all genders"
"...Yes"
"But only attracted to people when we know a bit about them"
"...Correct"

"And we feel half girl, half non-binary?"
"Yep"
"And it's call being a demigirl?"
"Correct"

"So we have the soul of a black cat"
"Yep. It's called being a therian"
"Wow, cool!"
"...Not necessarily"

"We're suicidal"
"Really"
"Not anymore mostly"
"...How did we end up here?"

It's 1 AM
But I'm still awake
I need to go to sleep
But my body is betraying me

It's 12 AM
I'm still awake
Couldn't focus
So I had to stay up late

It's 12 AM
And I'm laying in my bed

Still wide awake
Thoughts racing through my head

It's 12 AM
But I'm awake
Because my body want to be awake at night
And sleep during the day

It's 12 AM
And I don't know what to do
So I just stay there
Staring at the ceiling

Everything's forgotten
No time to mourn
They're moving on
They never stay long

They only worry
To look good on TV
They only care
If it'll get them somewhere

Care is a strategy
They pretend to mourn tragedy
To make the people happy
Nothing more

What's the point of emotions
If they're just for promotions
Everyone immediately moves on
So feelings seem pointless

Love doesn't exist
This world is loveless
Forgive and forget
Forget all of it

Life is a show
But everyone pretends not to know
While we exploit the highs and lows
Pretending we still have hope

When emotions are for preformances
Mad for sympathy
And no one seems to feel any empathy
Everything is hopless

We always care publicly
For the publicity
If feelings are lost
What will be the cost?

Honey
Honey
Hug me
Hug me

Honey
Honey
Help me
Help me

My friend
My friend
Honey
Honey

Do the things
You say you do
To show that you
"Love me"

Break my sprit
Tell me that I'm
Better
Without it

Take my heart
Pull it out
The go on
Shatter it

Make sure to also
Rip and tear
All while saying
It's because you care

Make me cry myself to sleep
Make me question everything
Then justify
It

Say you just
Want to help me
Say you're just showing
You love me

Then stab me
Hurt me
Trap me
And after tell me

That you "love me"
That you want
What's best for me
You care about me

Honey
Honey
Show you
"Love me"

Shatter me
Then proceed to
Hug me
Hug me

Honey
Hurt me
While saying you
Love me

Honey
Honey
Say you just
Want to help me

Tell me it's in my
Best interests
I'll be grateful in the end

Honey
Honey
Hug me
Hug me

Honey
Honey
"Help" me
"Love" me

There's some art out there
Meant to disturb the comfortable
And comfort the disturbed
Guess I'm the disturbed

Weirdcore is supposed to be unsettling
It makes others uneasy
It feels off to them
They say it's creepy

But to me
It's cute
Peaceful
Beautiful

It feels me with content
Brings me joy
I look at it
And feel comfort

It tell me everything's going to be ok
Without saying a word
Talking with a voice that's seen
Not heard

It gives a tender hug
Full of love
Calms you down
Take away your frown

It tells you it's alright
No need to fright
The future is bright
And I feel alright

There's nothing more beautiful
Than that weirdness
It's pretty
And for my heart it's fitting

It's holds me with it's loving arms
Keeping me from any harm
Does all this without a sound
Joy and peace have been found

It's adorable to me
Weird
And strange to them
But sweet to me

To them it's the style of weirdcore
To me it's something much more
It'a source of contentment
Joy and fulfilment