I stay awake,
my heartbeat inside.
And hear the earth quake,
Upon the outside.
The beats are a noise,
A distraction at best.
To teach us our songs
must come from our chests.
We might want to quit,
As we don't want to try,
But the worst thing to do
Is to let yourself die.
They talked to me tirelessly
From sunset to sunrise
Telling me that, everyone cries,
And although we are hurting
And feeling all sad
If we die without learning
We may never be glad.
My poems have meanings
Of this you may see!
But this meaning is twisted,
Convoluted at best
So why don't we lay down
And put it to rest.
