"It'll be okay."
"It'll be fine."
You repeat over and over again,
Like if you say it enough times it might be true,
But it won't.
It never will.
Stop deluding yourself.
Because it's not gonna get better,
Till you change.
"Everything will be fine."
"It will all be okay."
I've heard it all before,
But I don't want your broken hymns,
And sad eyes.
What I want is for you to stop lying.
Stop lying to yourself,
Stop lying to everyone else.
Because saying it will all be okay,
Doesn't mean it will.
And all you'll bring is disappointment,
When things go from bad to worse
In three seconds flat,
And you missed your shot,
And you're lying on your back,
You feel the rocks underneath,
And you cry.
But you still chant,
"It'll be okay, I know it will."
But it won't.
It won't.
Trust me, I know.
No matter how many times you cry and plead,
All life will do is make you bleed.
You'll bleed so hard you might die,
Or you want to,
And then you won't be saying it will be fine.
Because you finally realized it won't.
But I lied.
It will if you only tried.
Words can be spoken,
But they can't do much if you don't act.
Act on your words and make things right.
Make things better,
And you'll be fine.
You'll be okay,
Just keep climbing up,
You're not at rock bottom to stay.
And you start to cry harder,
Rocking back and forth in the corner,
Wishing you didn't grow up so fast,
Wishing you could go back and change your past.
But your stuck,
And your falling,
Still chanting your words of wisdom,
But now even you don't believe them.
I told you.
I told you so.
That just because you say them,
Doesn't mean they'll work.
There not some kind of magic spell,
That seperates you from Heaven and Hell.
There's no magic,
Only you,
Repeating them again and again,
Hoping that one day they'll be true.
You gotta stop.
You know better,
But you can't,
Because those words all you got.
You wrap them around you,
And use them to blot...
You use them to dab out your life,
And every bad thing,
And all of those times that you cried,
And everything you wished you could forget,
And growing up knowing that you're never going to be like all the other kids,
Because you've got baggage,
And a weight.
You've got a long anchor,
Pulling you farther down,
Until you really have hit rock bottom.
And you can't swim up,
Stop gasping for you air-
YOU'RE NOT GONNA FIND NONE.
Just sit still,
And stop mumbling,
Because you're not doing anything to help.
Stop wasting air,
And untie that anchor that dragged you down here.
YOU ARE READING
She Dreams of Paradise
Poesía"She writes, Moving along with the flow, As the words show up on the screen, The faster her fingers go, Eager to get it all down, And she is lost, To a world, All of her own." -Lose Yourself, By Allyteration (Because I'm not going to quote someone e...
