𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐒 : 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 | ᏜᏕᏫᏏ

sometimes i wish i could enter your brain
pick out and throw away the pain
i know that from them, you'll grow
but i don't want to look at you and know
that the growth and the progress, all of it came
from suffering in this broken home

i scream into my pillow some nights
hug it tight after a fight
but the words stab me right in my heart
cut me open; tear me apart
some people say it's all gonna be alright
but believing that is so so hard

i don't know if it gets any easier
i've never really known life to be any breezier
than having no voice in a roaring storm
lying in a grave for a bed, feeling torn
every attempt at speaking up getting measlier
every try at escaping; increasingly forlorn

i can't promise happiness or to go on with valour;
but if we hang on, i think it'll get better.