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
