Staring at the ceiling holding back my tears,
Tired of this pain inside and tired of my fears.
Holding on to something empty, trying to let go,
Something always pulls me in, but what I do not know.
Inside I feel so weak, yet I know that I am strong,
So when will all these endless thoughts disappear, vaporize and just be gone?
He never gives you more than you can carry, at least that’s what they say,
Can you see my back is broken? I can’t carry anymore, there’s no way.
Goodnight Friends
She's Built From Fire 
Sounds like a song 👍
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