What makes you stop to think?

Is it that silence when a song has ended, and the other one is just on the tip to starting over, leaving you with a second to hear yourself? Whatever it is, I hope you hear a part of me for whatever your ears have thirsted. And when you fall down, I hope I’m the gravel stuck in the cracks of your knees. When you finally stand up again, I hope I’m the air causing your skin to come clean. What makes your heart shiver? When you’ve finally realized that you’re all on your own, there isn’t anyone here to make you breathe, there isn’t any air left to help you fly free. When you’ve finally reached the highest point, I hope I’m the wind keeping you unsteady, but deep down you know I’m the struggle that’s given you strength. Maybe I’m just dreaming that one day my face will be painted in every smile, but it’s a nice dream to close my eyes to. And if everything works out our way, do we all get our face on a billboard, so when it’s pouring down and you’re screaming your lungs out to no one, you can look up, and you’ll see the light, shinning on words and insight about how I lost 5 pant sizes by popping pills and eating my broccoli. But maybe by then my teeth can blind you, instead of my integrity. Or maybe it’s my integrity that’s blind. I don’t have the words to tell you you’ll be fine, and I don’t have the heart to let you down again. I know I can give you hope, I have it bottled up inside of me, and I’ll let you explore my caves and find hidden messages, and you’ll ask how my wings have come this far, and I’ll open my eyes and let you stare straight into who I am. You’ll have to step over the cracks, and the shedding walls, but sometimes you’ll find streams of soul. When I blink I hope you remember what I’ve done to sing you songs. And after they’re over I hope I’m the melody still ringing in your ears, because without verses and tanglements of clutter, who knows when the next time life will let us hear. My insides are always bleeding, but dreams have numbed the core. I put the con in conceited, but I still have thousands more of my secrets to spread to the world. Let me in, I’m not as tough as you think.