If and if only You can unlock this trunk Lift up this plate Over this already bleeding heart
Maybe and just maybe You can shrug off.... this pain this emptiness this numbness this heaviness this fullness let alone this unconsciousness one feel Yet not ready to let go Of the comfortability of the darkness But drained of holding on to such burden
Sometimes we get too comfortable in a place where the heart keeps bleeding. We feel like it's supposed to be like that whereas there is light somewhere.