Red was not the colour of the water
But pain was something we were used to
It was the way it was
And we didn't question it
Because that was all we ever knew
The day you died because you wanted to
I found my way to God
Every question that I had was a grave I could not dig
Imagine choosing
To go to the other side
Not knowing what awaited you
Just that it was not here
Resilience itself is such a terrible thing to celebrate
And patience is a fraudulent art to praise
We look past the people who rest in pretense
But die every dawn
Yet they're the ones we mourn
What good is knowing a person's pain
And letting it sift through your fingers
Like soft, precious sand
Instead of sharp stabbing shards
Until there is no more weakness
In unhinging
And picking yourself apart
Could you give yourself away
Without losing a part of you?
And if that person dies
A part of you does too
So perhaps some of you is already on the other side
And when there's more of you over there
Than here
You just want to go too