Does It Even Matter?

Sometimes we all forget to breathe

Sometimes we lose the will to sing

We try so hard

Don't need to fall

To feel the biting, numbing crawl

The little things that drown us all

Can break us, hate us, choke our call

And the ravens soon will follow

All our skeletons tomorrow

Scars we court become the habit

In their grim divide we salve it

Digging deeper, bleeding cleaner

One cut closer to the femur

Strangers pull beneath our skin

Flailing dolls we writhe to swim

Six feet under our own shame

And we’re the catalysts to blame

But if we knew our maladies

Could act as someone’s remedies

For those who listened, those who screamed

Those who felt the pain we sing

Would it lift them up to know?

Would the numbness let them go?

If memories we thought remised,

Were reasons we were missed?

It hurts to know you’re none the wiser

Of the souls you had inspired

For now we know we can defend

That it does matter in the end