Written when my friends were telling me that I needed to be real.
You tell me to be real and to write the way I’m feeling
When I lay my heart out in the open, will you pick it up or leave it behind
So hard to hear you tell me to be authentic, to watch you tell me it’s too much to handle
You tell me that I matter, I want to believe that now and when I am better
You tell me that my pain is too deep and I forget that my heart is breaking from my hurt
You tell me that my circumstances can never define who I am but I feel I can never share
You tell me that I am a victim of the choices that I have made, and isn’t that the same thing
You tell me I need to remember that my Savior is for me, but I need someone to show me
Take me to the healing place, then I can fill my emotions up again so I can pour it out again
Would you be willing to walk beside me, because I may fall down and be too weak to stand
Would you be a faithful friend, while reminding me that my God will get me through
Would you try a little harder, to try to listen to what God has laid on my heart
The healing can start somewhere when I feel safe
The healing can start with someone who I feel I can trust
The breaking of my heart, when my tears become all I see around me
The weeping of my soul, is all I can hear