This silence eats away,
At the stories of the day,
The stumbling moves we make,
Scratches every step we take.
Turn out the light and lay in the darkness,
Find and destroy the place that causes sadness,
Search for the pieces left of life,
Don't run and take hold of the knife.
Bury yourself in colours and words,
Write short lines on the bees and the birds,
Make it all melt to water,
Make the ache burdening shorter.
Run from the trees, the skies and the dirt,
Don't act like them in that short skirt,
Validate your immunity to become the breed,
Shrink away from the guilty feed.
Doubt the lines that spring to mind,
Do want you must to remain kind,
You are not the image they see,
The reflection is not who you have to be.
That sickly feeling that burns your skin,
You know you don't have to give in,
You're precious innocence is not lost,
The denial to your need is the only cost.
