Tears (feat. Chataway)

New poem. Had some help this time from SP’s very own Chataway.

Like usual, poem is beneath the audio for those that can’t decipher an Australian accent.

Tears

Bullfrog:

So it’s taken me a while but I’ve come to a realisation
that the worst thing one can have in life is expectations.
It’s like a revelation that all the heartache in my life has been of my own creation.
Being broke wouldn’t be a disappointment if I hadn’t expected wealth
and finding it difficult to move wouldn’t dismay had I not expected health.
Being lonely wouldn’t tear at the heart of my very worth had I never trusted and loved fully someone who couldn’t return it.
So these tears that I shed and my overwhelming pain
are my fault, there’s no one else to blame.
It’s my fault for thinking that such a thing existed as happier days.
It’s my fault for believing that life could be good, that the sun would always shine and that the skies would never rain.
It’s my fault, these tears, my fault and I’m ashamed.

Chataway:

I became aware stopping tears was like trying to leave myself
With these tears I feel I can never accomplish something like put pride into oneself
Once upon a time I could have prevented these tears from coming but not anymore
I am completely stripped bare with only the remembrance of the happiness I once wore
The tears sparkle in the shadows like evils attempt at being beautiful
Why hang on when I know it’s not and I have a life with needs impossible to fulfill?
You may think the same thing I am thinking about the causes of these tears
But know that when you fail I will fail with you, I hope that can ease some fears

Bullfrog:

When you weep, I want to dry your tears,
soothe your pain and assuage your fears,
Because when you cry I cry along with you
and when you hurt I feel the pain too.
There are so many who feel the same,
Being lonely is the biggest community I’ve been a part of to this day,
And in some not-so-small way,
having the support of perfect strangers is enough to make my heartache go away.
To make the demons run and hide,
to give me the strength required
to overcome what I feel inside,
to stand up and say “Hey!”
“I’m in control, this is my life.”
So tell me when you fall, and I’ll do likewise.
Together we can cry and together we can break the restraints the hold us tied.
Together we can beat the odds and triumph over all that isn’t right.
Together, we can try.