What I Know I Was Told

There are small deaths and cruel deaths.Here, this is a slow death.Nuture it, be careful, be gentle,These things are all on you,You know.And rememberIt’ll be there when you failAnd are alone.You needed this,You know.I don’t remember ordering thisI know.We know.Yet here it is.And we tell you all the sameAnd every dayYou need to moveYou know.The shackles don’t existAnd don’t forgetTo feed your faultHere, there’s some fear.You just need to tryYou know.I know.Yes, you knowHow often we tell youAnd will tell youReally, it’s not that hard.Listen, listen, always heedUs, care for that empty vesselThat second heart, that hides in the corner?I tried shooing it out the doorIt always comes back.But I know thisI won’t feed it any more.I thinkIt makes the writing harderAnd I knowIt empties me outI know.