When the thoughts become heavy
And your heartbeat becomes the source of sorrow
When you can't hold your soul steady
And you question... why tomorrow?
Is tomorrow worth an extra day of complex pain
This heartbreak
Makes the day break
An agonizing cold rain... in a lonely world

Embarassing hurt.
I breathe contritely knowing that the higher power forgives me.
But can I forgive Her.
Since conception I've known alot of hurt.
Living each day like... well... "it could be worse"

Could it be better?
Could the teardrops heal?
Had I never met her,
Would I end up here still?
Uncomfortable in my own skin
The nervous butterflies
That detect living a lie
Wating on the truth to begin.

Flashes of overwhelming anxiety.
Always somewhere in between staying or leaving
In this system of spiritual variety
Is there a staying power worth believing
Where is that staying power?
Surviving isn't exactly thriving...

Very nice