here, honey, listen.
when your heart aches at night
because someone breaks your heart
cry all you want
but never turn you pain into physical
open your door
call someone in
borrow their shoulder
and weep all you want
but it's fine if you want to keep your door close for a while
and if it's not one's shoulder you seek
and if it's not tears you want to let falling down
if the music heals you, then let the sound accompanies you,
if the writing heals you, then let the words brings out what your voice couldn't,
but believe me, honey, the razors and the substances don't have the power to heal,
but only to destroy you into smaller pieces,
and when you have become smaller & smaller,
sometimes you forget you exist.