How can I tell to my whole world
That I was drowning in this pool,
When I know brighter than salt water
It still can break me like a fool.
Have you ever felt chest pain?
While you're sleeping but conscious?
Have you ever cried and begged in vain?
Yet silence answers, cold and cautious.
A bed of roses, pillows of skies,
Ever serene in blue-tinted hues,
Just close your eyes and face the lies,
Darkness remains, not what you choose.
But another “hayss” in this life,
Begging the world to just be gentle,
From the start, it cuts like a knife,
Body and soul, yet still essential.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC
How can I tell to my whole world
That I was drowning in this pool,
When I know brighter than salt water
It still can break me like a fool.
Have you ever felt chest pain?
While you're sleeping but conscious?
Have you ever cried and begged in vain?
Yet silence answers, cold and cautious.
A bed of roses, pillows of skies,
Ever serene in blue-tinted hues,
Just close your eyes and face the lies,
Darkness remains, not what you choose.
But another “hayss” in this life,
Begging the world to just be gentle,
From the start, it cuts like a knife,
Body and soul, yet still essential.
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