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Broken hearts and broken minds...they are not hard to find, even when you're blind.
They float around in the air like dandelion pods...grabbing on to gravity... searching for the gods.
They float in fragmented pieces, desperately trying to stay together.
They float, right by people that could help if they only knew what was happening...but unfortunately they don't.
They don't know because it's hard to speak when you're shattered...splattered...by life across the walls like a messy graffiti...they are scrambling and silently screaming...does anybody see me?
No...they don't, and they just keep walking.
The silence is deafening to that person, it leaves them thirstin...for the glue to stick all the fragments back together.
Thirstin...for the words to explain what is broken in the first place.
Searchin...for a way out of the pain, but they can't afford a ticket for that midnight train...so they're stained...like a white sweater that has come in contact with a pokeberry bush... now's the time to fight... it's definitely time to push.
Push back at the pain of the broken heart and broken mind...stop being so blind... now's the time to find...the answers.
Because it's been too long...so they start to sing...the most beautiful song.
It comes from within and floats on the breeze...it helps other broken people get up off their knees.
This is the story that many seem to have, and go through every day...and all it would've taken was asking if they were ok.
~StonedLemur
They float around in the air like dandelion pods...grabbing on to gravity... searching for the gods.
They float in fragmented pieces, desperately trying to stay together.
They float, right by people that could help if they only knew what was happening...but unfortunately they don't.
They don't know because it's hard to speak when you're shattered...splattered...by life across the walls like a messy graffiti...they are scrambling and silently screaming...does anybody see me?
No...they don't, and they just keep walking.
The silence is deafening to that person, it leaves them thirstin...for the glue to stick all the fragments back together.
Thirstin...for the words to explain what is broken in the first place.
Searchin...for a way out of the pain, but they can't afford a ticket for that midnight train...so they're stained...like a white sweater that has come in contact with a pokeberry bush... now's the time to fight... it's definitely time to push.
Push back at the pain of the broken heart and broken mind...stop being so blind... now's the time to find...the answers.
Because it's been too long...so they start to sing...the most beautiful song.
It comes from within and floats on the breeze...it helps other broken people get up off their knees.
This is the story that many seem to have, and go through every day...and all it would've taken was asking if they were ok.
~StonedLemur
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