You’ve traded sadness for illness,
devised a physical manifestation
to the reeling of your mind.
You’ve covered scars with tired smiles
and hidden the best parts of yourself,
all so that you might better conform
to their ideals,
forgetting along the way
your own.
Now I’m asking
(begging)
you
to pick yourself up,
mend your barren eyes,
remind yourself of who you are
(loved)
and who you will be.
For the thought of life minus you
is the guillotine of my mind
and weighs heavy on my
troubled heart.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
You’ve traded sadness for illness,
devised a physical manifestation
to the reeling of your mind.
You’ve covered scars with tired smiles
and hidden the best parts of yourself,
all so that you might better conform
to their ideals,
forgetting along the way
your own.
Now I’m asking
(begging)
you
to pick yourself up,
mend your barren eyes,
remind yourself of who you are
(loved)
and who you will be.
For the thought of life minus you
is the guillotine of my mind
and weighs heavy on my
troubled heart.
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