I just want these tears to stop spilling down my face,
I wish I could speak rationally, and with sincere grace,
But I have not yet earned my place,
My past; I keep hidden,
No one will I let see the seriousness of its disgrace.
And I wonder,
Why do I do this to myself,
I guess some things I just can't help.
But yet I still feel so alone,
My smile has vanished,
Even when I speak,
I feel regret in my tone.
These emotions scare me more than death,
To speak how I really feel,
I wont waste my breathe.
How many more times will I break?
I guess I'll pick up these pieces yet again,
Resewing this broken heart back together;
I wonder why I'm starting to run out of thread.