Comment on the come up, not the come down
Don’t let those nightmares clown you till you drown
Never hold yourself to sadness’ standards
Or only see yourself when you drop your crown
There’s a million moments to embarrass yourself, but recovery can start right now
If the mornings after are the worst days, then fix the nights before
Don’t sharpen your talons, just unhinge your claws
Free yourself from those chains of no change
And reroute the course
Because there’s nothing you can’t achieve
When you ain’t dabbling in the raw, sore chew of “I need more”
Don’t snore through vital moments, don’t cry when the world smiles
Don’t say nothing to yourself now that you wouldn’t say to you as a child
And even if you can’t stand your reflection, body, soul or mind
Understand that the cloud of fucked-up won’t make that kind
Shit don’t just become shine, especially overnight
So muster up the courage to treat yourself to time
Enjoy all its aching seconds, its ageless minutes and aggressive hours
Because in those clock ticks is a chance to regain your powers
It may be months before your strength shows, but we’re flowers
We need to nurture before we grow
So tend to your seedbeds, not seedy beds
And let the water flow
Cry out all the trauma, all the unwanted touches, and forgotten nights
Fill a bucket full of makeups that shouldn’t of happened and regretted fights
Watch your life like it’s telly, Gogglebox yourself and rate bits from one to ten
Burn old photos you love and hate and forget about forgotten friends
This journey ain’t linear and there’s no fads or fashions or trends
Just push through to the end of the beginning and don’t give in before the beginning ends
You deserve your denouement
Your climax and rose-petal glory
Your applause and celebration
When you stand up and share your story
The pen may only be half a sentence at this point on the road
But one day you’ll have a whole three parter
That other people struggling need to know
Don’t give up now – I get it, it’s cliche and over used
But if you opt for love and growth under torture and abuse
You’ll never see those clear eyes, those pink cheeks or smooth nails
You’ll never see the joy of brightness as the sun prevails
Or just fuck off all I’m saying, and tomorrow cure a headache
Eat the slop from the kebab shop and pump a heartbreak
And whether it’s tomorrow afternoon, or in a decade
I’ll be here, with the same advice, ready for you to take
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 