If I asked you if there were any songs that made me cross your mind,
whenever you listened to it, would you say yes?
Would you say the title of your favorite song?
Or would you say the title of the song I had told you about?
I know I’m not a beautiful melody nor am I lyrical
But I’d like to hear someone tell me I’m like the tune of their favorite song
Now if I asked you if there was a poem that reminded you of me,
would you nod and say yes?
Would you tell me your favorite part of the poem?
Would you read me the part that reminded you of me the most?
And I know I’m not a beautifully arranged thoughts,
but I’d like to hear someone tell me I sound like their favorite rhyme
Now I want to know if you think of me whenever you see coffee
would you instantly tell me yes?
Or would you just stare at me then laugh?
Telling me to stop fooling around before finally stop and quietly say yes?
And I know I’m more bitter than a cup of strong coffee
but I’d like to hear someone tell me I’m the one that keeps them awake at night
Now If asked you if there was a book that made you think of me
would you say yes and show me the book?
Would you read me the exact part that made you see me in your mind?
Or would you say you didn’t like reading that much?
Well I know I’m not a magical story nor do I have a great plot of life story
But I’d like to hear someone tell me I’m their favorite character in this book God has written
And I think I’ve wasted too much of my time thinking
That I’m like that tune of a sad song,
where the singer sings it with his eyes closed and his voice
sends a shiver run down your spine
That I sound like that one rhyme in a poem,
where the poet killed himself right after he wrote it
That the bitterness in me causes people to wince
more than a strong coffee does
That I’m that character who punches her mirror
because she despises what she sees in her mirror
You know, I sometimes wonder what it’ll feel like
to cut my palm open just to forget the growing ache in my heart
And I know I’m scared of seeing blood
but I want to know if I indeed bleed red too
Because I’ve been sinning differently
And I wonder if I’m worth heaven
Could you take a piece of my thoughts?
Just to make my head feel lighter because lately it only gets heavier
And I’m counting the days when it’ll just explode
into millions little pieces
And even if it did,
would you bend over and pick up all the millions little pieces?
Would you put them back together again to make it whole again
just to bring me back?
Because I haven’t been here for too long
I’ve been stuck in my head, circling my mind
And my mind is a dark place to be
I’ve been trying to turn the light on
Running my hands on the walls, desperately trying to find the switch in the blackness
But I’m scared of the deafening darkness
And you’re not always there to hold the torch for me
And you won’t always be there to hold the torch for me
But when I scream, will you run to the darkness?
Bringing me a light even though it’s just a flicker of dying fire lit from a candle?
But when I bleed because of my own stupidity, will you go to the blackness?
Bringing me band-aids and helping me bandage my wounds?
But I won’t know where to start, because lately I feel aches all over my body
And I don’t know if they’re real wounds
Or it’s just my mind playing trick on me
And I just hope you don’t plan on cutting my wounds deeper
I just hope you won’t just leave me in the dark,
taking all your lights and your band-aids with you,
leaving me with salt and lime instead, to replace your band-aids
I know I’m not making any sense
And now that you know just how fucked up I really am,
will you still stay?
Or will you turn around and walk away?
Because I need someone to save me from me
And I can’t save me from me
