Cephalalgia.
It brought nostalgia
and pain.
Oh, how could you be so vain?
You're still here to see the anguish
that you caused.
Weak,
sad,
hopeless,
broken.
I still think you can be saved,
a crack in the ground can always be paved.
There's something inside of you,
it has awoken.
It's soft spoken
and kind.
It's name is hope.
Maybe friend,
you're still here
not because you failed,
no,
Because you were,
you are
in a war.
And you won.
You won.
The prize?
To feel the sun
on your skin,
to see beauty
with your eyes.
Hope.
Friend, please speak up
next time those feelings sneak up
on you.
I'll be there to guide you to the light,
please,
your future is so bright.
Hope.
Friend, can't you see that I love you?
Everyone does.
Put down those knives,
those pills,
that rope.
Please friend,
there's still so much hope.
