Walking along the path of light,
suddenly I slipped and fell.
Something didn't feel quite right.
The pain forced me to yell.
I reached for the sole of my foot
to find the pain of being broken.
Upon the agony, my hand I put,
to sooth the sorrow unspoken.
A part of me has been taken away.
I've never been broken like this before.
The pain inside I feel will always stay,
although it's knocking at the door.
It screams to escape, but I keep it in.
Everything enters, but nothing gets out.
I manage to hold depression under my skin,
pretending not to know what they talk about.
So now I hobble and crawl in the dark,
trying to make my way back to the light.
My insides so scarred, bleeding, stark,
but I'll convince you I'm quite all right.
