Maybe one day
Everything will be settled and we can go on with whom we are
With what we have
Content with what’s in our lives
Never looking back on the fact
That we’re all we had in the first place

It’s the fine line between being
Sincere and insane
That’s defines us as who we are
Not who we were

Now put down the blade
And put away your shame
And know
That we can find comfort
In something other than the bottom of a bottle
Or smoke that leaves our lips

Don’t slash your wrists
So you can add color to the bleak existence
And while you stand there wondering whether or not
You should kick out the chair below you
Remember you’re not alone

Let the bluebird in your heart roam
For mine is weighted down by my thoughts and sorrows
But yours can still be free
It’s not to late
It will never ever be to late