ive trapped myself in the past
while i have walked forward,
could you say it was progress?
the words spoken among the crowds
and those close to you will hurt like knives,
they spend no time in your thoughts,
nor do they speak your name to others in pride.
so you go into your feels
like you always do
to spend time with yourself,
where nobody else could
i've felt where you are,
tired and lonely
you don't need them to survive,
in fact—they'll only hold you back.
once you see the sunrise enough times
from the other side you would see
the peace i seek,
i only wish my thoughts to be pure
i only need to survive towards endevour,
won't you meet me there?
or will you sullenly turn away
with an aggressiveness that cannot be ignored anymore.
i only wish to need no more wishes,
for the ones ive spent were in vain
i could have felt so much more,
won't my mind just be free already
im so very tired of being strong.
the sunrise hits and it becomes apparent that ive done too much,
i'm overexposed and alone, and i'll awake in the same stupor as before
i wish this weren't my fate so soon, i have so many more miles to go.
these ages will grace me in time or i'll just keep going anyways,
with these winds carving my warmth
and the weight ive carried so long
you couldn't convince me to stop
even if you tried.
(If you could only see the tears that paint these pages)