Today I simply died.
“What!?” You cry. “Is this a silly lie? How is it that you have died?
Did you fall off of a train? Did you drown within the rain?
Did you crash into a plane? Did a lion your body maim?”
Nope! But to you I can confide,
Today I simply died.
“Did you eat a poisoned bite? Did you lose a violent fight?
Were you robbed within then night? Were you killed by a killer kite?”
Nope! Nope! You keep asking why,
But today I simply died.
“Did you suffer a fatal fall? Did you smash into a wall?
Did you shop at a crowded mall? Did you offend a murderous doll?”
Of course not! Upon my pride
Today…I simply died.
"But friend this makes no sense! I pinch you and you wince!
You seem alive to me, (How can this be!) will you give me not a hint?"
Well…I suppose it started with my heart. Ever’ so often it’d just fall apart.
So I’d take up my needle and thread a small dart, and it’d be good as new, just like from the start.
Next I suppose it happened again, I lost to a battle which I couldn’t win.
So I restrung my thread and gave a poke with my pin and watched as my heart restarted to mend.
They say after it’s broken, it’s easier next time. But again when it shattered it felt like a crime.
So splintered and mangled infected with grime, pain oozed from the bandage like a black, wicked slime.
After a while it gets harder to sew, that broken little piece which refuses to grow,
I’ve come to realize a truth you can know, that sometimes it's simply time to let go.
So I give up my needles, I put away the thread. For my hands are now stained with heartbroken red.
I lay down my heart on a gravely death bed, and try to forget the pain which it bled.
It’s not worth all the pokes, stabs or the sighs, the unnoticed tears, the despairing night cries.
You see I’m too tired to once again try, so today, my dear friend, I simply have died.
Ah! Now friend! Don’t despair! I see you so glum! But my dark deathly words are merely for fun!
Do you really think me so weak and so dumb, to give up and die and let the nightmare be won?
I say it right now as I stitch up my skin: he can rip up my heart again and again,
But I will never give up, nor put away this pin, I’ll sew up the hurt and determined— I’ll win.
For life is much more than hearts sad and broken, much more than words that never are spoken.
With God we are stronger than joys cruelly are stolen; stronger than schemes the Devil has chosen.
Let him take his best shot and make my heart cry. Let him stab at my chest till I bleed to the sky.
I’d like to just see hard he can try. For remember this demon: I’ll NEVER simply die.
