when your hands shake
over your keyboard,
i pray of you,
there will come a day,
when everything is too much
and if you are one of those people
who bend and bend
but do not break
please don't think that
means you will never snap eventually
when the voices whisper to you at night,
stardust swirling in your veins,
begging for release,
listen to me, i beg of you,
listen to me.
the murmurs of nighttime air
are all slander and despising spits of insults,
they are not truth, i promise
and so when your mind turns to darkness
and you can't see anything these days
and one day you don't want to exist anymore
don't do what i did.
go and tell somebody,
well, there'll be a 'one day'.