just do something!

Four walls, one bed, closed curtains,
That is all that surrounds me.
Pen and paper on my lap,
My mind is all I have.
Nothing can hurt me,
Nobody can see me here.

My pillow knows my secrets,
All the dreams I’ve whispered
And all the love that it’s soaked.
Everything that is absorbed within my small room.

But I stand before everybody,
My windows now open,
With a shattered heart on my sleeve.
Wearing aureate heels, I trip and fall as I pace the city streets.

To speak and then die,
My throat, sore, from silence,
Everything that I’ve felt kept in a box,
All for reasons I can’t explain

Standing alone,
With my hands empty,
And my quivering chin, held high,
I open my arms, awaiting for the world’s warm embrace,
But my chest, vulnerable to their sharpest knives.

The stars disguised in city lights,
My hand grasping for them,
I’ll build my wings and feel their blessing.
And if I ever fly too close to the sun,
And plunge then drown in the sea,
Then I could at least say,
That I did something