Only Hope (Day Four)

I...cry/ I should have a purple heart as proof/ The way when my heart turns purple when it is deprived of oxygen during my fits/ My bouts of depression, I deserve a medal the way I fight through it, is what I'm trying to say/ But my tears always seem to make their way to the outside of my face/ Or let me not say that. Because I happen to have a very good impression of a mime/ I cry clown tears/ You will never see me cry on the outside, but the tears are there all the same/ Or should I call them tears/ Because the tears come from the tears of my heart/ And how they were ever ripped open in the first place remains a mystery/ I will be completely honest with you, they aren't tears, they are fractures/ And I'm afraid. What happens if one more impact/ One thing I couldn't brace for/ Will I be picking up the bloody contents that will be found under my feet/ How can I live without a heart? I couldn't tell you/ But what I can tell you is that grace is the glue that keeps me together in my weakness/ What I realized is that I am already broken/ But I still operate/ The blows have been coming, and coming, and coming, but I'm still here/ Because no matter what I've been through, God has came through!/ He is my only hope, you see, I see nothing but grace/ I didn't pull through, this isn't me/ Outside of God, I am a bloody mess/ I have scrapes, bruises, contusions, I am dead inside/ But my father has raised me to life/