How many lies do I believe are true?
Am I more than what I feel I really am?
Then why do all these feelings feel true,
That nothing more exists in a soul like me,
And when is the day that I will be free,
And begin again when I feel things,
I was sure I’d never feel ever again.
Like that very first feeling,
Of knowing I belong somewhere,
With someone who I am happy to be with.
Of wanting to smile despite the bad,
I feel, I see, I hear and I breathe that bad.
Or even forgiving myself when I cannot,
Find the strength inside of me to say those words.
I try and try, sing a song, and hope,
That one day I’ll be the only light,
In the darkest room.