If and if only
You can unlock this trunk
Lift up this plate
Over this already bleeding heart
Maybe and just maybe
You can shrug off....
this pain
this emptiness
this numbness
this heaviness
this fullness
let alone this unconsciousness one feel
Yet not ready to let go
Of the comfortability of the darkness
But drained of holding on to such burden
Sometimes we get too comfortable in a place where the heart keeps bleeding. We feel like it's supposed to be like that whereas there is light somewhere.