A raw and evocative exploration of emotional isolation, 'Wishing Well' highlights the frustration of empty platitudes in response to deep-seated struggles. This song captures the escalating feelings of despair and the haunting imagery of being trapped in a coffin of unmet expectations, culminating in a heart-wrenching crescendo that resonates with anyone feeling unseen and unworthy. The chorus integrates the metaphor of a wishing well, illustrating the drowning sensation of unfulfilled yearnings and desperate pleas for genuine understanding.
Verse 1:
Hey, you know it’s funny, we’re standing in this room,
Where laughter bounces off the walls, but I feel so consumed.
You smile and throw your words like candy in the air,
But every hope you hand to me feels like it disappears.
Chorus:
Drowning in your wishing well,
Where promises go to hide,
Every word a token spell,
As I fight to stay alive.
Verse 2:
I see the light reflected in your eyes when you speak,
But all those good intentions won’t shield me from the bleak.
I’m not a problem waiting on a cue,
I’m a heart that’s beating, screaming just for you.
(Chorus)
Drowning in your wishing well,
Where promises go to hide,
Every word a token spell,
As I fight to stay alive.
Bridge:
You think your thoughts can patch these wounds,
But it’s just nails and bricks—
A coffin, it surrounds me, made from all your little tricks.
I’m here, I’m begging, call me out, but all you do is stare,
Filling me with empty dreams like I’m some kind of affair.
Verse 3:
How can these shadows drown the sun?
When your words are whispers, not a loaded gun.
Each hollow thought falls heavy as the lead,
You launch your prayers, and I’m left in dread.
Chorus:
Drowning in your wishing well,
Where promises go to hide,
Every word a token spell,
As I fight to stay alive.
Outro:
So here I am, a ghost crafted in illusions,
Buried alive beneath all these dismal conclusions.
You toss your coins, pretend you care quite well,
But I’m just drowning… in your wishing well.
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Help me write a poem called Wishing Well. It's a frustrated, desperate plea against people who respond to immediate concerns by saying they hope things improve.
Focus on the feelings of emotional isolation, feeling invisible or unworthy, using desolate imagery like being a coffin made of your disinterested hopes and being buried alive. Use escalating rhetoric, starting out by just pointing out how mere words don't fix but coming to a crescendo where it feels like every disingenuous thought and prayer feels like another brick, another nail, another pulse of the wound bleeding out.
I want this to start ALMOST light hearted but end up absolutely devastating.
Try to not reuse any given term for hopes or wishes, except in the chorus, which ends in the line "Drowning in your wishing well."
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