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Silent Faith

My trembling hands-
Don't want to come together

I refuse to feel weakness-
Oppress the confessor

I will defy the defeat-
Of my body and mind

And my tears will freeze-
So I...will never cry
-
I was always told
That I have to be strong
But a child can never grow
When reminded that every decision is wrong
I didn't need to know
That strength was everything
Otherwise I would have given up a long time ago
Because that is my childish instinct

Take back every single breath / Take back those moments I lived
Take back those nightmares I dreamt / Take back those days I wept
I can only take so much / I can choose to give up
I'm not the one who's being the judge / I'm not the one who's being the fraud

I once believed
That resolve was protection
But all forms of relief abandoned me
I crumble upon the footholds of absolution
I never really knew
Of exile or singularity
Or what has gotten me through
To the point where attempting suicide is my therapy
-
My broken bones weep-
Holding up the weight of the world

Through the bottled-up tears- I can still see
As I take another wrong step forward

I will wear a mask of pride
In front of you- I will not break

While I endure this false light-
I...dare not speak of my silent faith

Description

Silent Faith

My trembling hands-
Don't want to come together

I refuse to feel weakness-
Oppress the confessor

I will defy the defeat-
Of my body and mind

And my tears will freeze-
So I...will never cry
-
I was always told
That I have to be strong
But a child can never grow
When reminded that every decision is wrong
I didn't need to know
That strength was everything
Otherwise I would have given up a long time ago
Because that is my childish instinct

Take back every single breath / Take back those moments I lived
Take back those nightmares I dreamt / Take back those days I wept
I can only take so much / I can choose to give up
I'm not the one who's being the judge / I'm not the one who's being the fraud

I once believed
That resolve was protection
But all forms of relief abandoned me
I crumble upon the footholds of absolution
I never really knew
Of exile or singularity
Or what has gotten me through
To the point where attempting suicide is my therapy
-
My broken bones weep-
Holding up the weight of the world

Through the bottled-up tears- I can still see
As I take another wrong step forward

I will wear a mask of pride
In front of you- I will not break

While I endure this false light-
I...dare not speak of my silent faith