They talk as if they know me, or any of us.
As if they were perfect, or any of us. Sometimes we just don't have the answers to answer the riddle for any of us, then there are even less answers for ourselves as individuals. And we crawl around our hole and around the gap inside of us until passing out of exhaustion from crawling and crawling over the lies escaping everybody's mouth and our mind, and we tell ourselves: Is it worth it to keep on crawling? and we crawl... And we crawl... And we crawl... But there is no excuse to the damage done everytime the cold metal cuts through the skin and you can finally breath if only for a minute... There is no excuse for every downpour of emotional pain provoked by endless words of judgement... Judgement from the earth, and judgement from the skies.
And they are still talking as if they know me, or any of us, when not even we have the power to say why or how, or even the power to talk about what we think or the power to confront the big cloud in our brains. And we crawl... And we crawl... And we crawl...
And they say: "just change, forget your feelings" as if we have not been trying to do that for years, and we still find ourselves inside that hole, alone and empty. I know I can't speak for everybody, but I don't want to be alone. I don't want to crawl anymore.
