To heal is to feel, but how is
That possible if we refuse
The real? The truth that we hate
To face, & the past that we loathe
Giving a remake
Giving up is not an option,
At least that I know, but when
Your shoulders overbend everytime
You try to mend a hole that you
Didn't dig, how deeper does the
Black ocean in your heart gets?
To think you're asking for too much
To yet again stumble but this time
Without falls, this time we're old, instead
We get holes in our hearts, ones we didn't
Know had a place in our hearts to grow
With salty waters running down a sweet face
Feels like my heart is so big but
Once again so small, how do I recognize?
The true size my heart holds or the feelings
That I unconsciously mold,
How do I tell the feels in me?
That I too, sometimes, get tired of me?
How do I give my soul a break from its soul?
My mind of its thoughts? My heart of its false
Hopes, & my reality of its mind made lies?
So lost in the feels & drunk on the ordeals
