I gasp under the weight I wear
crashing waves of disrepair
In over my head with memories
losing touch and guarantees
I fight the pressure once again
one breath away from caving in
the crashing sound of my single tear
when I see the spaces drawing near
walls rising eagerly
cement being poured;
to make it easy
to make it easy
habits recycled and stored
to make it fine, emotionally
like a favorite song and a common chord
maybe things will change eventually
reaching outward through the night
wishing you would come rewrite
the story I lived and the pain I recite
the song I wrote and the hurt I invite
the choice again, to fight or flight
I'll tell myself to be alright
and I'll just keep walking towards the light
Its hard for me to consign
when I always say I'm fine
and its easier to decline
when your arms are open wide
but you draw nearer still
and i can't grasp the reason why
when i tell you I'm fine
my hate is yours
and your mercy is mine
you fill my lungs
like oxygen
like a gift of life
and the will to fight
your strength in sight
and your hope inside
still you give me breath
and i can't grasp the reason why
my wounds are yours
and your love is mine
even when I pretend I'm fine
my pain is yours
and your breath is mine
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