no one is going to send an ambulance

when your heart breaks

only if your bones do or if you're bleeding out

when we realize that no one is going to come

we break our own limbs

and make ourselves bleed

we feel we need to make the interior

reflect the exterior

in hopes that

possibly then they'll dispatch the ambulance

maybe then they'll believe our words

that are pouring out of our souls

when we ...

if i weren't with You

i don't know how i would survive

i could break in two

or i could thrive

however i doubt its the latter

i doubt its the latter

because i hope

because You hear my sullen lullabies

or because it doesn't matter

whatever it is

i wouldn't be able to live

i would spend the rest of my days sitting

in denial

for You

even if You weren't coming...