by Devin Mitchell Durbin13 Feb 2014
They told me it'd get better
The longer I tried harder
and the chances that I take
to try and not get baked
and the essence of the problem
is that I refused to solve them
and that the optimist
in me refused and became a pessimist.
They always told me to lift my head up
but it was easier to put my head down
they told me it takes fewer muscles to smile
but a hundred more to frown.
Maybe that's what caused the easiness of it
When you have three men fighting 18 guys
chances are you're gonna lose,
but if you've got 30 guys going at one guy
chances are he's going to die easily
Isn't that how it happened to Caesar?
Wasn't he considered a winner?
So instead of telling people,
to get over all their problems
why don't you take a moment
and ask them to talk about them.
I know it takes some time out of your life
but maybe talking to them will stop em
from cutting themselves with a knife,
ever thought of how the repercussions
of isolation, and trepidation, and the violation
of the heart, the mind, and the soul
can send someone violently screaming
deeper and deeper into a bottomless hole
screaming for air
trying to reach out
as if someone were even there,
and it takes just a moment to reach out
and show that you care
it can take just a few little words
to show that love is really there.