But don’t see.
But don’t listen.
You lay motionless,
But all I see is your stress.
But I see sadness is more your style.
But with time the walls built
start to crumble with every tear you cry.
You laugh a lot,
But you cry from every past thought.
You try to change for the best,
But it only leaves you depressed.
Don’t let them be your drive,
But at least stay alive.