A stab wound dug too deep,
I've avoided the truth for four long weeks.
Unfortunately,
my eyes can not escape the truth,
Here and now,
I have my final proof.
I struggle to hold my heart from breaking,
And to clean up the mess I've been making.
Here with the impossible I stand,
Watching my fragile heart shatter in your hands
I lay here with tear-stained cheeks,
Screaming into my pillow until my lungs grow weak.
There is no cure for the aching I've been feeling,
And some nights I can barely keep on breathing.
