Inside, I ache, I hurt, I am hallow.
I want my heart beat back.
But in order to get it back,
I have to surrender to you.

Part of me loves you.
Part of me hates you.
I am fighting against you.

Do I keep on with the dreams that you gave me?
Or do I **** them so that I can move on...

If I move on, I have to **** you in my heart.
I don't want to.
I want to feel your presents when I am scared.
I want to feel you holding me when I am about to fall.

But I am not beautiful.
I am not successful.
I have not achieved anything.
I must do this without you.
I must become successful on my own.

I feel like I am dying.
The most intense pain consumes me.
It is the pain of loneliness,
of purposelessness,
of the deepest sorrow that can't be put into words.

I want to be naked before you.
I want you to see my sin,
my pain,
my hurt.
I want you to tell me that you love me,
that you are the only thing that I need,
the only one that I need to keep me alive.

BREATHE SOME LIFE INTO ME!
STRIP AWAY MY STUBBORN SOUL!
SO THAT I CAN COME HOME TO YOU!

No more telling people of my sin.
No more telling people of the ache within me.
It is my secret.
It is my slave, or I guess I am its.

GOD! I have taken away the life that you have given me.
But how can I let you back in.
I can't. I can't. I can't.