Away from the light,
One with the night.
Always on the run,
Flight or fight.
But you don't wanna fight since no one will fight for you,
Heart packed with so much love, yet no one to give it to.
With all you've been through, what's left to lose?
Became a victim of your own trauma, just a ploy for this world to use.
Searched for help, but the weight you carry has kept you from letting go,
You carry a burden so heavy, with such a beautiful smile; they'll never know.
So you stay isolated,
Your heart has gotten cold,
Compassion is now seen as a flaw that you will never show.
But someday, I know for a fact, that very same weight you carry will give you the strength to go or to "go"...

~Tremar Ivey~