Are there some things in your life so painful, there is no way to even discuss them with another?
Everything broken right in front of me, no longer hiding, just like I saw once in my dream. The one where I woke up in a scream.
It's hard to admit some things can't be fixed, some people can't be made whole again, some things can not be made right in time.
The silence carries me into the empty sea of the space above me. The stars feel nothing, only shining to be seen. Nothing more or less is needed.
I wonder if my heart has ever hurt more. I wonder if I'll ever hurt this much again.
No angels tonight to save me, only shadows of the people that used to be, still wandering, pretending they're still living.
Voices reaching out for something. Words straining to contain the meanings they carry. Heart's drowning in their awakening of what's happening.
This vast silence will have to speak, for these lips can not speak of the things my eyes have seen.
It's hard to admit some things can't be fixed, some people can't be made whole again, some things can not be made right in time.
The silence carries me into the empty sea of the space above me. The stars feel nothing, only shining to be seen. Nothing more or less is needed.
I wonder if my heart has ever hurt more. I wonder if I'll ever hurt this much again.
No angels tonight to save me, only shadows of the people that used to be, still wandering, pretending they're still living.
Voices reaching out for something. Words straining to contain the meanings they carry. Heart's drowning in their awakening of what's happening.
This vast silence will have to speak, for these lips can not speak of the things my eyes have seen.
