If you listen to this sadness,
you’ll find a soothing rhythm,
a lullaby waiting to be sung,
the one that’ll finally put you to sleep.
When you touch the pieces of this broken heart,
you’ll find they aren’t as sharp as you made them out to be.
Yes, they make you bleed,
but would you rather not bleed out the sadness
than let it flow through your veins?
They call it melancholy,
for they do not know the reasons behind why you’re always bleeding.
If they ever bothered to listen,
they’d find the lyrics to a hauntingly beautiful song,