i'm sorry the world has hurt you
you are broken
you are tired
i understand this, dear.
you've been used
you've been hurt
and your colors have faded out.
you're not as alive
as shining, as wondrous
as you used to be, i suppose?
and i wish i could lift the world for you
and hush the voices in your head
bring back the life to your dying heart
and let you know
i would do anything for you