Close your eyes
Breathe in then let it out
The pain, in your gut
The need for something
Something you cannot grasp in the palm of your hands.
The need for what
What what what?
Tell me, tell me I beg of you.
What do you mean you don't know?
It hurts, everything hurts
I know, I know sweet
It is okay that you don't know
That is why you write
That is why you write such strange things
Things that mean nothing but something
You write what you feel
And feel what you write
But you must keep in mind
That you have always known yourself
Too little but too much
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Close your eyes
Breathe in then let it out
The pain, in your gut
The need for something
Something you cannot grasp in the palm of your hands.
The need for what
What what what?
Tell me, tell me I beg of you.
What do you mean you don't know?
It hurts, everything hurts
I know, I know sweet
It is okay that you don't know
That is why you write
That is why you write such strange things
Things that mean nothing but something
You write what you feel
And feel what you write
But you must keep in mind
That you have always known yourself
Too little but too much
The battling conversations within my mind
