Why is it that I can’t fight this emptiness echoing through me?
I’ve lasted this long,
Sometimes I dream,
What is it like to be free?
To breathe without drowning?
To love without falling apart?
To walk with hopping?
To have a whole heart?
With chains of pain around me,
I spend my days in limbo,
Between death and living,
I’m still trying to let go.
Every person I meet,
Tells the same story
Of how they weep,
And how they sprung to glory.
They always talk too much,
But never listen,
That’s why they’ll never know,
Why my eyes glisten.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
Why is it that I can’t fight this emptiness echoing through me?
I’ve lasted this long,
Sometimes I dream,
What is it like to be free?
To breathe without drowning?
To love without falling apart?
To walk with hopping?
To have a whole heart?
With chains of pain around me,
I spend my days in limbo,
Between death and living,
I’m still trying to let go.
Every person I meet,
Tells the same story
Of how they weep,
And how they sprung to glory.
They always talk too much,
But never listen,
That’s why they’ll never know,
Why my eyes glisten.
