I really like the thoughts and word's
Of those thinking I was on the brink.
But have you ever thought, to look in to the sink?
Not just the sink, that gaping hole, I know its always there.
But have you ever really looked up, and had a good long stare?
The mirror.
Have you ever just really looked?
Have you seen?
Have you talked?
Do you know?
Who are you as a being?
So often, its not about a shield or sword.
You stand up with nothing, and you dont even breath a word.
But you breath.
You stand up.
Its all in the heart. Its all in the mind.
You know the destination, just not know how to find.
Thats ok, walk away.
Youve done this all before.
This time unlike others, you wont wake up on the floor.
This time, you know the truth.
You know the path been walked
Ive had... a bad time of late. Ive tried to talk, Ive tried to let it out.
I love those who are close to me, but sometimes I wonder if they hear themselves.
"How selfish would it be."
And while Im gasping in air through clenched teeth to carry on, to fucking not give up, to just check not check out:
"How selfish would it be"
And the tears fall, and the whole world turns, and you hold out a hand to be pulled toward any, some kind of light, but you bring back:
"How selfish would it be"
Give me back my hand. I would never wish this on any one. But until you have been here, give me back my hand. You dont know this.
Breath. Inhale. Exhale.
Those holding out a hand, are not
those throwing lines.
These are the ones that lead
you, when you know you're fucking blind.
The hands held out in
solice,
The ones held out for me,
I now understand the term, and
see:
How selfish would it be.....
