tell me something…
what’s your favorite part of my pain?
is it the way i toss and turn
or the way i rip myself apart,
over and over again?
ask me something?
ask me how it feels to live in sorrow.
ask me how it feels to mope
to cry
to lose hope
to be nothing but hollow on the inside.
promise me something?
promise me and i’ll be the moon
i’ll be the sun
i’ll be…
almost anyone.
tell me
if i ask you
to promise,
will you bring me
solace?