Diamonds

Under pressure, precious things can break.

Hearts full, boxes empty.

Rings, stings, strings.

Heart strings pulled.

Our minds may be plagued,

weak, and tormented.

Blade on skin, stomach empty.

The more you know,

the more you love.

Future planned

Future gone

Love banned

Incessant songs

Forgotten? Never

Misplaced? Perhaps.

The world spins madly on

while our lives collapse.

Beaten and defeated,

but just like the sun,

we will rise,

there’s no room to run.

One step forward,

two steps back.

A miscue triggers hard relapse.

We’re flawed,

but so are the best.

Who’s to say we’re any more broken than the rest?

We trip

and we stumble,

we struggle to get up

we hurt

we ache

we’re hollow

we’re blank

but so is he and she and her and him.

Life is hard.

Sure, its tough.

But to me, you’ve always been more than enough.

I see the pain in your eyes,

exhaust in each tear.

Mind clouded,

confused by irrational fear.

The world beats down angry and hard.

The end to the hurt seems further than far.

But don’t you give up.

No, not today.

Cause it’s under pressure that diamonds are made.