Torn

I can't run from my issues anymore.

I can't put things in bottles and let them sail.

I can try

I have tried.

That's when I forget them, they come back.

Its always the little memories, the smallest things can trigger tears. 

tears that should be

 lost 

gone away .

I try to be strong 

to say that things don't phase me...

when in fact

their ripping me apart

I pray that things will get better that somehow I can find a will to

survive 

Find me, oh saint, I'm bending, breaking at my knees, praying

I've exposed, this earth has taken pride in seeing my most vulnerable state

-woe, is me