Being a cracked shell,
Scars upon softness,
I need to heal,
To know that what I feel will end at me,
Exploration of the grounds and the oceans,
Compass disappears,
No aim but to ease the pain,
I'll be the bottle of pills,
The puff that takes you away,
My carefree ears,
And listening eyes,
Will teach you how to sew,
The torn patches into place,
I want to fall down flights,
Getting up only to fall again,
So that I could cushion your tumble,
I don't want an easy ride,
I need to feel your pain before you do,
Your teardrops can water plants,
And daisies will blossom from salty streams.