Holding it in if I cant be shown weak;
Ripping inside but letting no one peek.
Im trying and trying to do what I can,
But I cant even begin to form a plan
Of how to help you or hug you or hold you
And Im now unraveling, beginning to unglue.
I want to go home, not to be here so far
My heart is worn and starting to scar.
The scars running deep touch on older things
Memories of past and painful stings
When I needed help then and felt lost and confused,
I promised myself to keep others from being bruised.
But now Im held back by forces beyond me
I cant be there with him, I cant set him free.















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