All Our Bruised Bodies And The Whole Heart Shrinks by La Dispute
So now tell me how your story goes. Have you ever suffered?
Did you get better or have you never quite recovered from it?
You find your lover laying in your bedroom with another and then
You let it hover over you and everything else well after the fact?
Show me all your bruises. I know everybody wears them.
Broadcast the pain–how you hurt, how you reacted.
Did cancer take
Your child? Did your father have a heart attack?
Have you had a
Moment forced the whole heart to grow or retract?
Does the heart shrink?
Tell me everything. Tell me everything you know.
Were you told as a child how cruel the whole world can be?
Anybody ever tell you that?
Tell me what your purpose is? Who it was
That put you here and why?
Did anybody really put you here at all?
And what of those necessities? Like how to cope with tragedy and
Did anybody ever show you how?
When it hits will my
Heart burst or break or grow strong?
Is there really only one way to
I'm not sure if I'm ready yet to find out the hard
How strong I am. What I'm made of.
I'm not sure if I'm
Ready yet to walk through the fire.
I'm not sure I can handle it.
Do you think if the heart keeps on shrinking
One day there
Will be no heart at all?
And how long does it take?
Better off just bursting or breaking?
Because I don't see my heart
Tell your stories to me. Show your bruises.
Let's see what humanity
Is capable of handling.
She lost her kid, only seven, to cancer. She answered with faith in her god
And carried on,
While he was attacked by his son and was stabbed in
His stomach and his back and his arms.
He showed me scars.
Years old, told me, "I still have my daughter and my wife. And I still
My life and my son."
Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine.
Tell me what you think about when you can't fall asleep at night.
Tell me that you're struggling. Tell me that you're scared. No,
Tell me that you're terrified of life.
Tell me that it's
Difficult to not think of death sometimes.
Tell me how you lost.
Tell me how he left. Tell me how she left.
Tell me how you lost
Everything that you had.
Tell me that it isn't ever coming back.
Tell me about God. Tell me about love.
Tell me that it's all
Of the above.
Say you think of everything in fear.
You're not the only one does.
Everyone in the world comes at some point to suffering.
When I will. I wonder.
Everyone is out searching for someone or
I wonder what I'll find. I wonder.