I tell her.
That no one is going to listen to her problems.
That her words are just going to fall onto deaf ears.
That it's better just to bottle up her feelings.
That she is better off imploding in one herself,
than to detonate in a world that isn't ready for her.
That she was never meant to be in this world.
That no one will listen.
That no one will listen.
That no one will listen.
And she's only wasting her time climbing up a never-ending mountain.
It's the only thing keeping her going,
keeping her from leaving.
Her sadness dares to become a monster
whispering lies into her ear but she shushes it quiet
Because this is her battle. And no one can hear the breaking of her heart anyway.
Praying that someone's out there,
Praying that someone cares,
Praying that someone can take the pain away.
She holds out her heart one last time,
hoping I was believing some stupid delusions
But she just disappears into nothingness
Her heart was too pure for this world.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 7:49 AM UTC
I tell her.
That no one is going to listen to her problems.
That her words are just going to fall onto deaf ears.
That it's better just to bottle up her feelings.
That she is better off imploding in one herself,
than to detonate in a world that isn't ready for her.
That she was never meant to be in this world.
That no one will listen.
That no one will listen.
That no one will listen.
And she's only wasting her time climbing up a never-ending mountain.
It's the only thing keeping her going,
keeping her from leaving.
Her sadness dares to become a monster
whispering lies into her ear but she shushes it quiet
Because this is her battle. And no one can hear the breaking of her heart anyway.
Praying that someone's out there,
Praying that someone cares,
Praying that someone can take the pain away.
She holds out her heart one last time,
hoping I was believing some stupid delusions
But she just disappears into nothingness
Her heart was too pure for this world.
