My knees are hurting,
My patience is short,
My words come out different
Than I mean in my head.
The mistakes I make
Aren’t because I don’t
Want to change my life.
I have to stop hurting.
These traumas I carry
I’ve shouldered them so long
I don’t know if I remember
How to put the load down.
When I get this way, so lost in pain,
I can see the hurt in your eyes.
The damage and pain hiding
Behind your concern for me.
Always wondering what you did,
Always afraid of making it worse,
Always fearful of the wrath that is
Always never because of you.
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