Aren’t we all the same,
carrying bags with different names?
Reasons why you don’t take that road.
Why you break when that song comes on.
Why the number’s still in your head
even when it’s no longer in your phone.
Why you’re staring at that photograph
wishing you could take your words back.
Why you still text when it’s all just blue
because you know you won’t hear back.
Why you linger outside that door
unable to stand the silence anymore
but afraid of not knowing what to say
when any word could’ve paved the way.
Why you pretend it is all okay
when you know at the end of the day,
when you need help but refuse to ask,
you’ll be staring at the bottom of the glass.
Maybe we’re all a little broken
and life’s a little uncertain.
Maybe we’re all just searching
for ways to lessen our hurting.
Then, can’t we speak honestly
because we both want to be seen
that I need you like you need me?
Then, can’t we stop playing games
and take a leap of faith
that you and I are just the same?