Sit and don't make a sound;
your world's not stage-
but playground.
Paint with black and white
but don't mix;
every new shade or colour
bring hope one day you'll be fixed.
But they lie.
You will never be whole,
and pain will never subside.
Let it go, make your peace;
embrace the highest of tides
let it eat you, consume you
let it bruise and assume you
let it puncture, and pierce
may its power be fierce.
Feel it
feel sadness drown you
in desire to die;
feel it,
let it define you;
and turn your voice to faint cry.
Sit and listen,
and learn;
patiently wait for your turn;
one day the tide will back down,
and come for you
will the ground.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
Sit and don't make a sound;
your world's not stage-
but playground.
Paint with black and white
but don't mix;
every new shade or colour
bring hope one day you'll be fixed.
But they lie.
You will never be whole,
and pain will never subside.
Let it go, make your peace;
embrace the highest of tides
let it eat you, consume you
let it bruise and assume you
let it puncture, and pierce
may its power be fierce.
Feel it
feel sadness drown you
in desire to die;
feel it,
let it define you;
and turn your voice to faint cry.
Sit and listen,
and learn;
patiently wait for your turn;
one day the tide will back down,
and come for you
will the ground.
