My long sleeves hide the hurt
My smile covers the pain
My laugh puts a barrier around the tears
For now that is
I sit in a room full of people, yet I’m alone
I’m a prisoner
No one cares to search for the key
The key that will unlock me from this misery
I don’t blame them
I barely think I’m worth saving
I don’t have the energy to dig
So I’ll just sit here
Blade to my arm
Gun to my head
Meds in my hand
Or should I stand
On a bridge
In front of a truck
I mean, if I step out at the perfect time….
You are worth fighting for!
No one can search for something that hasn’t been lost.
The key was in the hand of God all along.
He has the power to heal the hurt.
He has the power to ease the pain.
He has the perfect plan to turn those tears of sadness into joy.
God has the key.