The flood gates are opening,
My tears are becoming a river
My tears are becoming a river
That drains the sorrows of my soul
Through a rift in the obfuscated earth
Broken by traumas forgotten, others relived.
I hang my head in my hands,
Let it all come out, the pain, the anger,
The question why
The people closest to me
Use my empathy against me.
I went to the cross at night,
Asking for guidance
In the wet church's garden,
Where Jesus would have hung
Feeling pain like mine but in the flesh.
He beseeched me to see the light,
To start taking care of myself
By dealing with my feelings first,
To find peace before they crucify you:
Only then can you truly help others.
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