Here I sit,
tears streaming down my face,
wondering if i'm choosing the right path,
why is it,
that i'm the one who is tested?
Why is it,
that i'm the one given the pain,
the horrible nightmares,
the one who cries and shakes,
everytime we fight,
the one who has to deal with it all,
making sure nothing goes wrong,
and when it does,
fixing it all.
It's a lot of weight,
resting on my shoulders,
no wonder i crack under the pressure,
not that you'd notice,
not that you'd know how to help,
i'm really not sure,
some days,
if i'm on the right path,
or i feel i'm simply set in stone with you,
unable to break free,
i love him,
i know that for a FACT,
and,
i guess that's all i'll ever know for sure,
in our fragile relationship,
as if it's made of glass,
one small move,
brings the whole thing,
crashing to the ground,
breaking into millions of pieces,
each being put back together,
one by one,
the thought of leaving you,
is completely irrational,
i couldn't ever leave you,
you're my love,
my heart,
my soul.
