You made me a soul
I want to tell a story,
actually a story about myself.
I have so much to tell,
yet
I don't know myself,
niether you.
You don't know me at all.
You do not know how much the inner pain is alive,
how the darkness rises above my ears.
Do you even want to know me?
Do you really want to come along with my darkness?
To get to know me you will have to pass by my darkness
and who wants to risk that?
In the end you will leave me,
as everyone else did.
You will let me live inside this trap
where there is no escape.
I am catched by the darkness
and I cannot flee it.
Why did you took that step,
the step out of my life?
Do you know that you could save a soul?
No?
Well you could.
By being strong and accept my darkness you could have saved me.
You could have become my listener...
It is too late now.
My body is buried but my soul is alive.
I still care so I am checking on you,
how are you?
I notice the darkness have reached your life too.
I wish I could be your listener.
But I am just a soul,
nothing concrete for your eyes.
Please be strong,
do not become a souls too early, fight.
For you all, be that listener,
be the one we all need.
We need to save lives,
and our first step is to be a listener.
Accept our darkness
and love our darkness,
in that way we could have killed it,
I could have killed it...
But you walked away.
peace
© Little 'C