It’s getting late,
But I have a confession to make-
Well, a few..
But not all of them are for you.
You see, I don’t sleep well
And some days it feels like hell
They think I’m red but I’m dark blue
And I feel alone in every crowded room.
I get lonely more often than you’d think
That’s why I often have a drink
Until I feel sick
Then wake up and feel like a prick.
I don’t feel that smart, or strong;
And lately every word I write feels wrong.
I’m just trying to keep it together-
Because feelings are just like the weather.
So many things- I must confess:
I’m a bit of a mess.
And it’s not all you- it’s the one who came before and before;
The one who started this mental war.
You think I’m bright pink but I’m dark dark blue-
And I’m ashamed to hide my colours from you.
But this ain’t Fifty Shades
Because this can’t be solved by turning the page.
I hope you don’t feel alone,
When we’re together at home.
I’m sorry if I don’t know-
All the pains you ‘forget’ to show…
I confess I often forget to confess
Some very important things in tonight’s address.
But, sleep well- knowing there’s still love and hope and light-
And giving up is the only way to lose a fight.