Darling, you will be alright.
When you think the clouds won't ever go away,
alone on the sand looking at the outer space,
watching the birds hum through the rainy day,
sleeping on a cold, lonely couch while you're far away,
listening to old songs you know you can never sing again,
still valuing mem'ries you know you'll never regain
trying to pick the cluttered pieces on the floor,
wishing as though you've never wished before,
not to hear the ravaging music in your head
and thinking you could just be plain dead,
expecting to see things so nice in your head,
but you're only seeing stained windows instead,
yet know that this life won't let you lose in the end
and there's still a better way for wounds to mend
for there's no other way to make you feel better
than to think that no one's broken forever.
Darling, you will be alright,
remember.

- M. C.