PLEASE don't listen to me.
I honestly won't say anything truthful.
Turn around, go back the way you came.
No, don't say you wanna stick around
Coz I know you can't help me.
DON'T say, I'm not letting you go.
Listen to your peers, they're pleading with you!
You can't get tangled with the cords,
knots and frays of this mess.
Coz I know you don't deserve this.
LEAVE this place, run and never turn back!
Flee! before these chains shackle you.
Don't trade in those wings for this...
I can't bare to see your wrists red and raw
Coz this struggle is mine alone...I think.
Author notes
27th of August
8:28 pm
Thursday night
Isn't it funny how we push others away, when what we really need is their company? Isn't it funny how we lie and lie about how we feel and still speak the truth? Sometimes, things can be really twisted. Sometimes the truth that cut you deeply can turn out to be a lie that twists the blade already embedded. At this badly injured state, all we want is respite from the flock of people trying to help. We want to go off into our shells and try to bury the pain.
But unless the blade has been pulled out and the wound gently but firmly treated and bound, the pain will always be there. That's why when God sends us angels in the form of our loving family and caring friends, they will always be stubborn and refuse to let us go... They trade their 'wings' for our 'chains'. They help us in anyway they can. For this I am eternally grateful to my parents, siblings and close friends. Especially to God. Comforter and Lover of my soul.
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