Hello to you with silent breath,
I hear your thoughts and struggled quest.
I’m sorry if you feel so bad. I’m sorry if you don’t feel glad.
I’m sorry if you feel so empty. I’m sorry if your dreams are heavy.
I’m sorry that you hate hope too. I’m sorry that depresses you.
I’m sorry if things didn’t work out. I’m sorry if the time ran out.
I’m sorry if you waste the days, waiting for grey clouds to rain.
I’m sorry if you feel alone. Sorry if you hate your phone.
Sorry if you’ve been betrayed, felt a loss, called deranged.
But there’s not much that I can do, except to say I’ve felt that too.
And when we breath with heavy chests with thoughts of lonely and great unrest,
And when we suck and can’t do shit and all is wrong and life’s a bitch,
That’s when you need to stand and say, “There’s still a chance, so fuck the grey.”
Because from deep anguish your heart rises, from great loss new hope surmises.
From your hatred of yourself, from your knowledge of no help,
Comes a force from deep within, it helps you out, it’s why you’ll win.
For what more can they say to you, when you’ve lost all yet pulled on through?
You will win and shout and say, “I felt the loss, I did decay, I was depressed, I did delay. But then one day I stood and saw, a heart’s as heavy as its boss. Sorry folks but I refuse to curl all up and amuse you. No more laughing, no more scoffs, I’ve come to tell you no man’s lost.”
For on that day when they beat you, push you down, leave you bruised. You can rise if just you know it, turn around and make them notice. As much pain is in your chest as bad as hurt feels from this test, as much as God sounds like nonsense and as low as you feel from the rest, if you just rise and please believe – You only lose if you don’t breathe.
– Thomas M. Watt