They say write whenever you feel
Feel happy....write joy
Feel anger....write rage
Feel sad....write melancholy
And if ever you stop writing
Watch yourself collapse
Was all this words anesthetic for our pain
Were they supposed to trick us to the thought that we actually healed
When we tore open our wounds in each letter
Deceive our questioning mind with a lie of a never gained relief
Did we know that it's always gonna be like this?
Are we always gonna bleed?
Are we always gonna be thrown from chaos to calmness like a bag of dirt?
Whom none wants to deal with
I don't know
But I know one thing for sure
I know my soul is tired
I know it doesn't have a power to fight for the truth or wait for it
Happiness calmness pain chaos Happiness calmness pain chaos.......
Each day in repeat
My poor soul is tired
Of hoping and expecting
And longing for something
So Oblivious
Something unachievable.