You’re just learning how to crawl, to build and not to fall; You’re just trying to hold it in, to somehow not lose it all.
You’re just trying to find a way to get through another day, but it’s hard to keep on smiling…when really you’re not okay.
Oh, the red lines on your thighs, are just your shattered heart in disguise, when you’ve run out of lies.
When the road is dark and you’re falling apart and it looks like there’s no way back to the light. It’s a test to you and I know you’ll make it through, cause there’s a dawn to every night; And things will get brighter.
No one seems to understand the turmoil you feel beneath, cause they point out flaws that they don’t think you see, when it’s hard to even breathe.
You write a letter by your bed as you point a gun to take your last breath. Cause the voices in your head say the only way is…death.
You’ve never felt so petty, so small…if even you’re anything at all.
When the road is dark and you’re falling apart and it looks like there’s no way out of this hole. It’s a test to you and I know you’ll make it through, you just don’t know that things will get brighter.
So try and defy all the lies that you hear in your mind. Now end the war that rages on inside. So put down the gun and the blade, the pills, the rum, cause you don’t know, but you matter to someone.
And I know you’re lost, and I know you’re scared, but I promise that somebody out there really cares, and will help you. …if you ask them to.
While the road seems dead and the end seems near, remember what I said, and please don’t give up dear. You’ve traveled so far, to where you are from the start. And trust me, someday, you’ll be back in the light and free.