Jun 2015
Trace the lines
Breathe out, you're fine.
The cracks are only there
to disarm you
I said come back
come back from black
but you crumpled away
a dry wilt in the sand
Vacant, you are
My once shining star
But even stars
are boiling alive
Breathe out, you're fine.
The cracks are only there
to disarm you
I said come back
come back from black
but you crumpled away
a dry wilt in the sand
Vacant, you are
My once shining star
But even stars
are boiling alive
That dreadful feeling of not being able to comfort the one you love, who is suffering from depression/anxiety.
