We don’t cry ourselves to sleep
we turn the page and move on
we laugh, we sing, we dance, we brawl
And continue like nothing is wrong
because we are the ones who get to live
while others died, not letting it be in vain
We write new chapters, open another book
and that’s how we start all over again
it’s simply the only way we know how
Sometimes we may drown for a while
but the tears come as fast as they go
minutes later we wipe away all of the hurt
But we don’t forget the dead
every step we take, we take them with us
while we continue to stay in the game
We have lost without getting lost
we crawled ourselves out of the depths
and took no skeletons with us back up
Inspire those still blind, clueless or in denial
we didn’t survive, we accepted and understood
instead of holding on to what is already gone
Experienced the pain, and continued the same
celebrate ourselves even if nobody can see
and get ready for another one of life’s rounds
Until we say our own goodbyes and leave
when it’s our turn to be mourned
carrying on the cycle of never-ending grief
Sep 25, 2023
Sep 25, 2023 at 3:44 PM UTC
We don’t cry ourselves to sleep
we turn the page and move on
we laugh, we sing, we dance, we brawl
And continue like nothing is wrong
because we are the ones who get to live
while others died, not letting it be in vain
We write new chapters, open another book
and that’s how we start all over again
it’s simply the only way we know how
Sometimes we may drown for a while
but the tears come as fast as they go
minutes later we wipe away all of the hurt
But we don’t forget the dead
every step we take, we take them with us
while we continue to stay in the game
We have lost without getting lost
we crawled ourselves out of the depths
and took no skeletons with us back up
Inspire those still blind, clueless or in denial
we didn’t survive, we accepted and understood
instead of holding on to what is already gone
Experienced the pain, and continued the same
celebrate ourselves even if nobody can see
and get ready for another one of life’s rounds
Until we say our own goodbyes and leave
when it’s our turn to be mourned
carrying on the cycle of never-ending grief
