I’m not sure if you’re introverted or broken If the purple in your heart is sincerity or it’s swollen Could it be tears along with blood clashing against the narrow pathways of your veins If that’s so then you’ve mastered pain withheld in vain Escape vs design Sacrifice turned into a shrine
Do you refuse to share because you conserve strength or fear burdening Your indifference is frustrating Are your moments of solitude spent contemplating or are you hurting
You looked in the mirror and swore an oath of silence to silence You made a covenant to never speak about the pain you never wanted to speak about
Emojis and LOLs I’m thinking I passed the test I’m here thinking you’re impressed When each giggle represents another slash to your tongue You’d shrug a smile and oppress thoughts of living in the moment By picturing the past and how it presents itself Like a portrait of regret placing you in regression whenever growth or transformative change is brought up in question?
Are you happy? A phrase in the lane of impossibility That you’re forced to reluctantly agree to I’d have a better response asking if the colors saturate better in your dreams When was the last time you licked the joints behind your knees And if God forgot your name again when the queue for blessings and good hopes was read out
I hope I could suggest better comfort than “I’m here for you when you need me” Because that’s the equivalent of drying the ocean of its tears with a bath towel
But I want you to know that I’ll do it regardless That no soul should exist solely That deserving is an understatement Even when my attempts are nothing far from inevitable futilities Regardless I know know repeated actions for different expectations are ******* But even Einstein couldn’t escape depression So regardless I hope the mere thought of my existence is cathartic You can stop hurting You just have to believe so