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.