Every ounce of sadness
is like a knife inside my soul
And with every pound of flesh
I try, without hope, to cover the hole.
And even though I wish
I could cut it all away
I'm not ready to let it go
Until I'm stronger, some day.
Right now I have a shield
to protect me from the cold
So until I trust myself again
it gives me something to hold.
I stuff it down like the weight of the world
hoping to feel its fullness
Someday I'll set it free again
as God is my witness.
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