THERAPY SESSION

thirty-three » e m p t y

we're just kids
hell, we're just children
playing in empty streets
closing our eyes

we're only teenagers
christ, we're only youths
sitting in empty rooms
laughing about it

we're solely adults
heck, we're solely grown-ups
living in empty hearts
pitying ourselves

how should we have known?
please, what could we have done?
excuses are made to push away the guilt
excuses to exclude ourselves
from the crucial pain

but excuses don't change
excuses postpone

and when you stand on the aorta's edge
a teddy tightly clutched in your arms
you'd think they'd welcome you
in their empty hearts

and when you stand in their doorframes
an innocent pout letting them assume
you'd think they'd let you in
in their empty room

and when you stand on the cold asphalt
a winter breeze tinting your cheeks
you'd think they'd let you play with them
on these empty streets

but they won't let you fill the emptiness
the void became their best friend
excuses are made to stay hollow
even if it means their own end

and empty is your parent's bed
father long gone, calling you names
mother passed, no blood in her veins
and empty becomes your head

please don't become
a kid, closing your eyes
a teen, a laughing disguise
an adult, telling empty lies

please stay.
oh, please stay true to yourself.