I Swear I’ve Tried

Take it or leave it, right?

It’s that easy  

You can choose to let it eat you alive, or you can choose to try  

But what if I can’t?  

What if I’m one of the souls that wasn’t meant to be okay? 

 I swear that I’ve tried 

 I lift my body every morning, douse my face with sobriety

 I read, I listen, I cry, I sleep, I eat, I think  

I choose to be happy, but it doesn’t work like that, at least not for me  

I walk around, and I see people, reflections, shadows of the sad and desperate

 It’s just not possible for every single human being to be happy  

You tell me I’m going to be okay because ‘it all works out in the end’ ‘It’ll pass’ but you’re a liar because you just simply don’t know  

You tell me I’m going to be okay because ‘it all works out in the end’ What if I’m one of them? 

 The people who can’t take it, who never find a way out, who never learn to love the sunsets

  One of the bodies who had their souls engraved onto their tombstones from the moment they were born

 And we yearn for it, for the comfort of the ground

 Like a pilot yearns for a plane, and a painter yearns for paint  

And a paleontologist yearns for paleontology  

A human being that’s always been a victim of the worlds cruel and bittersweet fingertips that don’t dare hold me 

 Don’t dare touch my skin  

I’m not angry about it, not anymore.

It can be beautiful too 

I’ll be the rain that falls onto your skin I’ll grow flowers and vines around your arms, 

but that’s all I can do 

-Static, The Creative Coven