Deep thought Rises inside of me Confounded explicit memory Rife with regret and remorse Steering a course For a dark mental odyssey
I know It’s pointless to play the past Over and over From first frame until the last Stuck in slow motion replay Seeking to alter The plot or cast
But what you don’t know Is I wouldn’t trade the way I feel Cos nothing’s done more To make me heal
As I lie awake My heart wounds can fester all they need Ejecting the splinters With utmost speed
My sorrow Covers and comforts me My sorrow Isn’t the enemy Rather my tireless friend On this I can always depend My sorrow Proves that my heart’s alive My sorrow Gives me the sense That I want to survive My sorrow My sorrow
Please don’t take it away from me
Some may think it pathetic Or it may be genetic Obsessing on losses gone by But pondering why Makes the world poetic
Great art, great text Great symphonies They all spring forth From agonies
This you cannot deny Aren’t you curious why?
I’m going to tell you a secret Life is best at its bleakest If you don’t feel this way too Then I’m sorry for you