Tell it to the wind, how you feel your broken heart
Tell it to the wind, what you did to keep up the fight
Tell it to the wind, when your hell comes raining down
Tell it to the wind, so you don't keep it inside
You thought you'd never be here
Living on the blind side
Now life is just a horse and rope
Dragging you behind
Tell it to the wind, how you feel your broken heart
Tell it to the wind, what you did to keep up the fight
Tell it to the wind, when your hell comes raining down
Tell it to the wind, so you don't keep it inside
You never talk about it
The doublethoughts you save
And you could just get over it
If you could only say
Tell it to the wind, how you feel your broken heart
Tell it to the wind, what you did to keep up the fight
Tell it to the wind, when your hell comes raining down
Tell it to the wind, so you don't keep it inside
You can't sleep at night
And you don't know why
You never eat right
And you don't know why
Tell it to the wind, how you feel your broken heart
Tell it to the wind, what you did to keep up the fight
Tell it to the wind, when your hell comes raining down
Tell it to the wind, so you don't keep it inside
Tell it to the wind
Tell it to the wind
Tell it to the wind
Tell it to the wind so you don't keep it inside
This song was written a month or two before the pandemic. Obviously, it stems from my experience with processing trauma. There were many times during the process that I had literally no one I could talk to about it. I was married, had plenty of friends, I even had a therapist. But the barriers of my own mind and those with others kept me in a type of mental prison. I wrote anonymous blogs to get that shit out. I had to tell someone. I could no longer hold back the reality of my internal world from the rest of the world. It was soul-shattering to feel that I was being forced to hold myself back. I needed to tell someone... anyone.
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