I got a glass of water
I'll drink some, now it's half empty
But why does it matter?
I can fill it again
And for years people didn't ask to me
And they've been thirsty for the answer
Why did they took so long to see?
Half empty, half full
Half dead inside, half Red Bull'
I drink and stay awake all night
I know I've lost 'cause I don't know what to fight
I've always blamed myself
Always destroying all the laces
Always destroying what's around
But now my eyes are open and my hears listen
They listen even if you don't make any sound
One, two, three
Why did I take so long to see?
Four, five
If I'm half dead inside, I gotta come half alive
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It doesn't really matter if a part of you, of your life, is missing. You can always fill the void again.
I think you shouldn't break the glass, I mean, yourself, because then everything will be missing.
People ALWAYS find a way to be okay. There is a water tap somewhere and YOU WILL FIND IT.
Lots of love!!!
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
