Selfcuring Stories

After scribbling and crossing out, we have a day full of words on a paper, the words don't make sense and are written all over a dirty piece of paper. I must start a new, so I lay my head down on a fresh pillow and cover myself in a warm blanket where that dirty paper cannot harm me. The night has a swaying sort of motion, as if it were not meant for me. The night looks as though it is a dark blanket covering over the sky so scandalous behavior can presume. So I close my eyes to a new day. And to my surprise, there is a new fresh piece of paper for me. The morning is a new day, a day to try again. The air is crisp, the animals prepare for another survival and people recover from their last battle. So no matter what monsters may attack me during the day, before I make any final rash decisions, I decide to lay my head down and wait for the morning so I can give this world one more chance.

Your hands feel pretty clampy Your forehead starts to sweat I can feel your heavy breathing I can see the hair on your neck. I know that times are rough, But even when you're stressed Just listen to these words You'll love what's coming next It's alright, it's okay I promise nothing here will change You'll walk out with a smile on your face Because everything stayed the same. And it's okay, it will all be alright No need to struggle, no need to fight Because tonight you'll sleep tight Your body is overheating You're stumbling on your words You're plagued with anxiety A disease you don't deserve I can see your dreams are nightmares Mine are too So let's sing this little song And tell the world fuck you. Because it's alright Do not be ashamed You're such a beautiful creature A lovely disarray It's okay Our love will remain the same Sleep well tonight my dear And I hope we can cross roads again.