What would she say
What would she think
If she saw me sink
Standing in the day
Falling in the night
It is not a show
That I allow to flow
It is my darkest fight
I’m scared she will leave
Because of my sin
The darkness within
Even though I believe
Will I still get hurt
If I speak openly
About my insanity
Will I feel like dirt
If these words are spoken
Am I just melancholic
Or just sinfully sick
Will I feel less broken
If I write as if none will read
Am I more free
With unbridled honesty
Acknowledging my need
Let the truth out
I live always improving
Cause life is always moving
Despite all my doubt
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
What would she say
What would she think
If she saw me sink
Standing in the day
Falling in the night
It is not a show
That I allow to flow
It is my darkest fight
I’m scared she will leave
Because of my sin
The darkness within
Even though I believe
Will I still get hurt
If I speak openly
About my insanity
Will I feel like dirt
If these words are spoken
Am I just melancholic
Or just sinfully sick
Will I feel less broken
If I write as if none will read
Am I more free
With unbridled honesty
Acknowledging my need
Let the truth out
I live always improving
Cause life is always moving
Despite all my doubt
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