the confliction is overwhelming
being torn between your own selfish longing
and acknowledging that one's pain
wanting so badly to take it all away
into yourself so they feel none
just to have them back
i'd do it if i could
i'd die a million times over
if it meant that the ones i care about
felt no pain
didnt't feel the cruel sting
the bitter reminder that we are still alive
life's harsh cold
sinking into our souls
deeper til it's rooted in our veins
til we cannot know life without
some sort or turmoil
i'd take it all
all the waste
all the pain
all the anger
all the vengeance
deep inside so there was a vacancy
and life could thrive
life could, be
for once
so the ones i hold dear could
finally feel content
