maybe compassion can only be found in the pain of opening your eyes each morning
maybe it is the ache of getting out of bed
lay back down,
the world doesn’t want you today

maybe compassion can only be found in losing who you are each night
maybe it is looking into the mirror with bloodshot eyes
and thinking that you are your father’s daughter
for the first time, this shames you

maybe compassion can only be found in self-inflicted misery
maybe it is a certain kind of hurt
that seems to always manifest itself on soft skin and darkened eyes
stop and ask yourself if this is what you want

maybe the word ‘selfish’ means something different now
and settling for leading a life of comfortable boredom sounds far less appealing
find parallels between the man you’ve struck down
and who you’ve become in the past decade

maybe it took so much more than you ever thought it would
to see that years of chasing after something you don’t want can be very exhausting
out of breath with blistered heels
and everything you’ve never wanted just out of reach,
ideas of right versus wrong become skewed and irrelevant

maybe sometimes people get tired of running
but maybe sometimes they don’t know how to stop
everyone is tired
i’m sorry i didn’t hold on to you tight enough