of self destruction and I longed
to end it all.
It’s not to hurt the ones I love

My mind says things which are not true.
My heart gets lost inside the blue
-est black
of darkest night, while
I search and search to find the light.
To feel some warmth, to believe in love,
I look up to the skies above.
"Go tell someone," he says to me.
"It’s not your fault that you can’t see."
So I'm writing this down
to throw out a rope. It’s all
trite with rhyme, but I still hope
it reaches us in time. To convince you, too
that though we’re blind. We are never alone.
I’m still out here - I’m climbing up.
Let’s make this work; just don’t give up!
Together, we
can reach
the top.
My heart gets lost inside the blue
-est black
of darkest night, while
I search and search to find the light.
To feel some warmth, to believe in love,
I look up to the skies above.
"Go tell someone," he says to me.
"It’s not your fault that you can’t see."
So I'm writing this down
to throw out a rope. It’s all
trite with rhyme, but I still hope
it reaches us in time. To convince you, too
that though we’re blind. We are never alone.
I’m still out here - I’m climbing up.
Let’s make this work; just don’t give up!
Together, we
can reach
the top.
3 comments:
Thank you, Janna.
just found this... know this more than most
Love this.
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