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04. Every Rose Has Its Thorns

Just because I'm alone doesn't mean I want to be

Maybe I've been cast out, maybe when I didn't want to be

Those pretty smiles are fake, those claws more real than you know

Why am I always betrayed if they say you reap what you sow?


They bristle when I smile, they mistake my life for perfect;

Well, it's far from it, but is explaining it to them really worth it?

It feels weird to be on the receiving end of their undiluted scorn

Haven't they heard that nothing is perfect? Every rose has its thorns!


Someone once told me "Stars don't shine, they burn."

They burn alone, and no one is concerned

Just cause they shimmer, we think all is good

Hell, even celestial bodies are misunderstood.


Nothing is black and white; certainly not you and me

How do you deal with your darkness? Do you ignore it or do you feel?

Does it go away on its own, or do you have to chase it out?

Does it dim to a small speck after a while or does it torment you inside out?

Do you embrace it as your own or do you deny it like me?

Does closing your eyes help? Does it help you not see?

Or does it haunt even your eyelids, living in you for free?

Have you ever tried to know it? Or have you always been wary?

The absence of light must get a little scary.

Do you have difficulty in breathing? Do you ever double over?

Do you keep begging for it to not drag you lower?

Does it suddenly disappear for a while, leaving you lighter?

Only to come back and hold you tighter?

Does your blood ever protest? Do your eyes ever rest?

Don't you ever feel tired? Doesn't your soul resist?

The light beyond the tunnel, doesn't it look a million miles away?

Don't you wish you would wake up there one day?

Away from this haunting dark, away from the noises in your mind;

In a place full of truth, silence, and peace; a place devoid of lies?

I don't know about you, but I wish for it dearly;

Maybe when I get there I will finally see myself clearly

No deceitful glimmers, no armors, no lying truths;

Just me, myself, and my seemingly lost youth.


-Vaish
(10/4/22)

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A/N: I really want to write something happier but this is all that pours out of me these days urgh.






































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