Blue and Grey of My Walls
How could you tell them?
That you can't take it anymore;
That you're drowning
Into the depth of depression
And unhappiness;
That you can't see straight;
That no therapist could feel you
Or no priest could heal you
I can't breathe
Help me now!
I've seen people giving up
But the stupid pride
And fear in the guts
Pull the strings
Which may not hold longer
Making me wish to get that final contentment!
Then I remember saying,
"La vie est belle"
But wish I could tell
To that little girl
That sometimes it's a living hell
So choose your path wise
Which leads to mindfulness,
Happiness,no cage,
No rage, 'cause,
La vie est belle!
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