Don't you trivialize my feelings,
When we're standing under fractured ceilings,
I don't claim to know what everything means,
But I know what it means to me,
And that's okay if you don't want to be,
Someone who takes things personally,
But I'd rather be the way I am,
Than live life and not give a damn,
Cause if I was numb to everything,
Life wouldn't be worth living,
And if I could choose when I'd hurt,
Of course! I'd learn to divert,
The crumbling of my ethereal heart,
And every piece of this world,
From falling apart,
In your presence,
But if I could,
Don't you think,
I would've thought,
Of that by now?
I am supposed to leave all the jagged pieces,
And never tell a soul,
Because if I leave them untouched long enough,
They'll again become a whole,
A hardened, thickened version,
Of my very core,
Prepared for the jabs of this world,
While still always sore,
Surely I see the logic in this,
The soft hearted are but weak ones,
Always trampled underfoot,
They should cauterize each wound,
And leave it,
A heart covered in soot!
For having a soft heart,
Is useless, but a target on this earth,
Because everyone will throw a dart,
Because no one sees its worth.
