What an honor
It would be
To inspire someone
Lost and suffering
Trapped in their own mind
Of relentless criticism
Who would have guessed the semicolon
Would hold such symbolism
This desire I have
To change just one life
May not affect the world
But it would ease their strife
Because I know what it’s like to be exhausted
At the end of every day
With no other reason than the constant war
Of keeping my demons at bay
How incredible it would be
To stop measuring my self worth
By judgments and comparisons
With everyone else on earth
To stop unearthing past mistakes
Then uprooting the pleasant memories
And throwing them aside
As a gardener does with vexatious weeds
Constantly tortured by little things
Until it's miserable to survive
Sweetheart don't you realize
It's a privilege to be alive
Why is it we search for happiness
Like its something waiting to be found
When it is only from the inside
That we can turn our thoughts around
My dear, please don't give in
You don't have to feel this way
The demons may be frightening
But you have the final say
No matter what they say to you
It's you who has control
Don't let them turn your soft, kind heart
Into a numb black hole
The numb black hole
I know it well
Then waves of pain
Like an ocean swell
Just as tides come and go
Your darkness will too
As long as you keep fighting
The whole way through
Keep your thoughts positive
It is your mind you must transform
For there are always blue skies
After every storm
Your sorrows may not be gone for good
But you have a bright future ahead
Inspire others to change their thoughts
And dry the tears they’ve shed
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC
What an honor
It would be
To inspire someone
Lost and suffering
Trapped in their own mind
Of relentless criticism
Who would have guessed the semicolon
Would hold such symbolism
This desire I have
To change just one life
May not affect the world
But it would ease their strife
Because I know what it’s like to be exhausted
At the end of every day
With no other reason than the constant war
Of keeping my demons at bay
How incredible it would be
To stop measuring my self worth
By judgments and comparisons
With everyone else on earth
To stop unearthing past mistakes
Then uprooting the pleasant memories
And throwing them aside
As a gardener does with vexatious weeds
Constantly tortured by little things
Until it's miserable to survive
Sweetheart don't you realize
It's a privilege to be alive
Why is it we search for happiness
Like its something waiting to be found
When it is only from the inside
That we can turn our thoughts around
My dear, please don't give in
You don't have to feel this way
The demons may be frightening
But you have the final say
No matter what they say to you
It's you who has control
Don't let them turn your soft, kind heart
Into a numb black hole
The numb black hole
I know it well
Then waves of pain
Like an ocean swell
Just as tides come and go
Your darkness will too
As long as you keep fighting
The whole way through
Keep your thoughts positive
It is your mind you must transform
For there are always blue skies
After every storm
Your sorrows may not be gone for good
But you have a bright future ahead
Inspire others to change their thoughts
And dry the tears they’ve shed
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