I lay my burdens down to rest.
My heart pounds heavy in my chest.
I am not strong in fact I am weak and
at times cannot stand on my own two feet.
I'm tired of this constant fight, but I
know I will get through the night

My secrets have taken their toll.
I have a bruise upon my soul.
I have cried my tears of crimson
and salt.
But alas I know all is not lost.

My screams were held silent against their
will.
Because I was too afraid to feel.
Fear had became a friend to me, but
it will soon become my enemy

I live my life as if it were a play.
To keep the world away from
my pain.
But I have begun to learn there is no
gain unless you count the growth of
pain.

I used to think that it was okay
to always find someone else
to blame.
I used to think that it was fine
to treat everyone so unkind.
But in the end I'd always find
broken hearts including mine.

I would love to say that I'm okay.
I would love to say the pain has
gone away.
But that would be a lie and I'm tired
of trying to hide everything that's
inside of me.
So I pray in spite of my broken
misery that you will see the hope
that still lives inside of me.