Notes

if you told me you would give up

i would tell you

you're worth way more than that shit

lie down and cry for everything that happened

let all that ache drain out of your soul

and look up at the ceiling

yell at god if you want to

he's not going away even if you can't feel it

learn that the people who end up being best at their jobs

working with people

are the ones who have suffered the most themselves

and pushed through the jagged pieces of their lives

only to hold a shiny shard of glass in their red and bloody hands

and say "this has been given to me, so I can give to you"

when all the pain rises up out of your body

on the last day of this noise

you're gonna cry so hard that you won't believe the relief

when you're done rolling in the glass shards

and keeping quiet

the world will have this blue door

you'll come toward it almost crawling

saying "is there anything left of me?"

and the answer is yes

you'll crawl up to that door with your legs all bruised up

and shove it open on your hands and knees

saying i came all this way

for you to take me further

because i know now that i'm really carried by you