Debt

My hands are shaking now
As I tumble to the floor.
All these things I've worked for -
I don't want them anymore.

In slumber, angels are dreaming,
And the quiet lungs are breathing,
Not because they chose to
But simply for believing.

Another blow and there I cringe
Scattered on the ground.
My own lies and life have beat me,
To my inconsistancy I've been bound.

Can anyone hear my cry,
Or see it in my eyes?
I need release, my debt taken;
I'm paying for things I didn't buy.

I roll out of bed, weary,
For this is just another day.
But my heart is dry and hurting -
How did I get this way?