You tell me you're empty yet you're filling yourself with anger.
You say nothing is worth living for yet I know if you were dropping from the air you'd want to stop falling.
You bawl your fist and blame the world,
but I know you are really just mad at yourself,
at your life.
But I'm telling you back,
I'm telling you to take that emptiness and shove seeds down your throat and grow flowers.
Im telling you that you deserve to love yourself,
to live your life happily.
And I'm telling you to loosen your fingers from that pain filled grip and hold them out to me,
grab my hands and look at me.
Look at me and tell me your fear.
Tell me your anger.
Let me help you find a sewing kit and together we will piece it back together.
