I can’t build walls.
And I don’t have a switch.
So let this be.
Let this be.
Feel everything,
Yet I’m feeling nothing.
Just let this be.
Let this be.
Don’t look.
Don’t speak.
Don’t hear.
Don’t think.
Don’t yearn.
Don’t crave.
Don’t care.
Don’t cry.
Listen to the sweet, scathing sound of silence.
And don’t remember.
Just lock it up.
And let it be.
Time won’t alter anything.
I don’t believe in fate, that any soul is predestined for another.
I don’t believe in coincidence, that we subsist by some sort of chance.
I don’t believe in soul mates,
And I don’t believe in luck.
I believe in faith.
Daring divinity screams my name, and I cannot let myself escape.
Some unknown force guides my thoughts, my actions, my emotions, my desires
–My everything.
No, I don’t believe in fate.
I believe in us.
There is a plan,
And I cannot explain.
I just let it be.
I cannot flip the switch to off,
For I’m incapable of closing myself away,
Of dancing with death and absence,
Of walking with lonely and numb.
I cannot flip the switch to off,
Lest I lose myself once more.
Happiness isn’t achieved this way,
But the lying whispers of false satisfaction.
“Off” will never solve; It will only prolong.
Let me feel,
Let me bleed,
Let me fall,
Let me break,
Let me crumble,
Let me rise,
Let me fight,
And let the cycle run.
At least I know I’m living.
“Off” is the risk you take.
But I dare you to change your ways.