The reason we hide our wounds and scars is not because we are ashamed of them, but because we don't want to share the pain with the people who love us.

It won't be all sunshine and rainbows,
You will be in the dark for days unending;
Your spirit will be crushed,
And your faith will be tested.

Your joy will be stolen,
Your peace will be destroyed;
Reality doesn't promise justice,
And yet you will be expected to be happy.

You will be lonely,
You will cry tears unnoticed;
Your trust will be crumbled,
And yet you will be expected to have open arms.

Happiness comes at a cost,
It is a constant battle to be fought;
Day against night,
Good against evil.

What matters though,
Is not that you take on the world;
You really can't,
Life shatters the toughest of us.

Fight for your happiness,
It's not a present but a reward;
The truth is bitter,
But it hurts lesser.

Perhaps the reason we do good not because our hearts are pure, but because we want to hide the evil in us.

"I want the bullet in my chest, not in my back."

If I told you,
"I saw the universe in your eyes",
Would you believe me,
Or count them as pretty lies?

If I showed you,
My flaws and all my scars,
Would you heal me,
Or leave me more wounded?

If I confessed to you,
All my sins and all my wrongs,
Would you shine your grace on me,
Or burden me with the law?

If I swore to you,
That I'd die for you,
Would you pay my blood and tears,
With hatred and mockery?

If I left all that I gained,
And fought a war to be with you,
Would I find you waiting patiently,
Or sleeping with another?

If I let you deeper within,
And tear down my walls,
Would you poison me with your lies,
Or stab with with the truth?

If I gave you,
My heart and all my love,
Would you hold it close,
Or break it irreparably?

I feel alone,
Depressed and blue,
All on my own.

Isolated, left out,
And forgotten soon,
Can't you hear me scream and shout?

I tried to keep breathing,
But it's too tiring now,
Certainly I will be soon leaving.

There's no reason to see me,
I'll die alone,
And then I'll be free.

Here's the truth:
It's hurts to see you leave,
Maybe I'm jealous, maybe I'm selfish.

If only you knew how loved you are,
How your worth exceeds wealth by far;
Then you would never shed a tear,
And you would never know a fear.

If only you knew the price I'd pay,
With death and grave the games I'd play;
To see your lips curve a smile again,
'Cause without you all the world is in vain.