Disclosure

As the world is ever turning,
And my soul continues burning,
From deep down the heart that wants,
Past memories that shame and haunt,
Believing I'm lost only to find,
Everyone else has left me behind,
For the sake of the damage I brought,
And the lies in which I've been caught,
Too many times am I lonely at night,
Trying to abate my ever growing fright,
This crusade of fighting the isolation,
Too destitute to find any foundation,
As those hopes and dreams slip away,
Worse still into the harsh light of day,
Ever lonely I seek to discover,
The hope of love within another,
Perceiving the very darkness I fear,
In the people I've held so near,
I cry and I ache for the pain to subside,
Only to find deep down inside,
Through the seeping darkness above,
I have to believe I am worthy of love.

Seasons of Heartache

This time we are all breaking,
My heart in rhythm of his,
I'm in the season of aching,
I can't do better than this.

If I sink further down in myself,
I'll never be found again,
Placing my heart on the highest shelf,
Only to see if I don't have to begin.

Beating myself up to pieces,
Trying to make it better,
The way my heartbeat ceases,
Remembering you and I together.

Seasons of pain in everything I do,
More pain than I've ever known,
Heartache to me is nothing new,
But I've never been this alone.

Caught

Caught somewhere in the middle,

Roughly treated like a sinner,

For the mistakes of an entire body,

Crammed down to an ingrained society.

For them treating you like a leper,

And they will never treat you better,

Just because of a woman's heart,

Never knowing it would fall apart.

For what it's worth you are more,

Regretting it still as I walk out the door,

Yes, flawed and ruined nonetheless,

To us our lives would have been perfect bliss.

I'm sorry for the way we turned out,

Your head was spinning round about,

Love cannot love under such disdain,

Of the way you are shackled in chains.

My life is my own I promise you that,

But to you and I seemingly mistreat,

We weren't an exception we are scarred,

And I'm so sorry it had to be this hard.

The Coldest Truth

Follow me into the deep dark,
Words we trapped in tight lips,
All for a better tomorrow,
Feigned because we need to believe.

A dream better than our reality,
Shallow and hallow down inside,
Because we broke too many times,
We can't confront our reflection.

I'm born a beautiful little sinner,
You're born a broken lost boy,
We broke the codes of realism,
And broke ourselves to do so.

Turn us around and crash us down,
Follow me again to a broken road,
I can crush your heart in front of you,
And then console you as you ache.

No more mornings no more adoration,
We tore up our own promises again,
I trusted you with every piece of me,
Now I collide with reality once more.