I write this with pain in my hard of hearts;
I've worn my feelings on my sleeve,
But my emotions go way deeper.
I have so much to say, but it must be screamed
In a gut-wrenching cry that can't be quelled.
I am done with using words and
Not falling apart.
All other cards have been played in my deck;
All is out for them to see,
All is out except for one.
Will the King of Hearts ever be seen?
Biting back those raging torrents
Behind stubborn eyes cannot be the solution.
But do I dare show them myself,
Raw and worn like they've never seen me?
It is but truth that is hidden from their sight
Because they don't know what goes on behind walls.
What about those who don't live in my world--
Those with a tint of "perfect" on their glasses
That blinds them to the pain?
Can I shatter their world and show them
what's real?
Do I dare?
You tell those who are stronger than you you.
But who is stronger than you?
The very ones you hide from.
And they refuse to understand...
No, I can only hid the screams and
Stuff the pain,
Muffle the cries and turn away while I pour out my insides.
Only God above the stars sees me.
Only he whom I cry to in agony
Can hear my plea.
Only he knows the truth and
Sees the card that I haven't played.
