The tears burn as they run down my cheeks,

And slide down to my shirt.

Sleep has hidden itself for weeks

While I ask, "when will He end this hurt?"

I try so hard to smile

When emotions say,

"Just hold me while a cry a while."

But instead I laugh while you talk about your day.

I know I have only myself to blame.

I know you will pull me along.

But somehow I fear you've put me in a frame.

The picture you see is someone who is forever strong.

I've never let you see,

In all the years that we've shared,

The broken side of me,

Even when I knew you cared.

Now as I sit and cry alone,

I wonder if I would just be bold,

And call you on the phone,

Would the pain be easier to hold?

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