It's not a secret.
It's why they leave,
And why I keep it
But I'm craving the soothing,
You promised me peace.
Not the God kind,
But the good kind,
The kind that helps me sleep.
So I'm sorry that I'm overbearing.
That I make you want to scream,
And that late at night when you should be sleeping,
I'll really want to bleed.
But I'm broken,
And I need someone to stop watching me sit in this rubble,
And come help me pick up the pieces that have fallen.