Surely no one is meant to live like this?
Not meant to live in constant fear and pain,
waiting for the evening just for it to rain?
Surely it doesn't make that much sense,
to live in constant regret and sorrow,
unable to make it till tomorrow.
The days pass in a misty haze,
but you are still waiting for the sun.
The stars are vacant in the sky,
but you still wait for them to burn.
Why do you waste away in such a place?
Where your skin is unmarred,
but your heart bears all your scars?
Why must you stay here, broken,
like a porcelain doll that is so, so, fragile.
One touch could break you.
You beg for someone to look below the surface
of the ever-constant ocean in your mind.
But they only dip their feet in the water,
because it is much too cold to stick their head under.
Surely no one is meant to live like this?
Merely surviving until their death.
Never take more than a needed breath,
only an empty shell, uninhabited by any meaning.
