If only we'd known better
That our friendship was breaking.
The foundation we built it on
is now tumbling and shaking.

A roaring ocean of sadness
poured from both our lips.
We burdened us with waves
it crashed us into bits.

You gave me your burdens
and I carried them to set you free.
They were gifts I wanted
but didn't necessarily need.

We wanted to heal us
but instead we ripped us apart.
Instead of healing wounds,
We gave us more scars.

I tried to heal you
with a needle and some thread.
And I thought I could fix you
when you needed God instead.

We gave each other a lot
but not all of it was good.
Our friendship was a tipped scale
I think we knew it would.

I can't balance you
like you can't balance me.
If we keep our strings so tangled up
we will never be free.

I still love you
and I know you do me.
But I just can't heal you
like God can for eternity.

they tell us we aren't enough
they tell us that we're outcasts
waiting for a death sentence
using our own hands.

but our scars tell a story
a story we survived
a story no one else knows
except you and I.

put down those razors
you can fight this
you can heal
put down that alcohol
you can overcome
and conquer your sadness
put down those drugs
you can break it
and live to see another sunrise

put down your pens
you're done writing this chapter
tell your story to someone else
your story of survival