Thanks

Thanks

Thanks for loving me.
When I cannot love myself.
Thanks for being the light,
At the end of my dense and dark tunnel.

Thanks for trying to be my strength.
When my own strength is gone.
Thanks for standing by.
And watching that I’ve not completely come undone.

Thanks for loving me.
Despite my lack of faith in me.
Thanks for believing in me.
When my mind has gone completely berserk.

Thanks for seeing me.
For who I truely am.
Thanks for loving me.
Despite actually seeing me.

Thanks for holding my heart.,
When I couldn’t hold it myself.
Thanks for drying my tears,
I feared they’d run for years.

I wish I could show you.
Show you what made me hurt.
I wish I could open my mouth,
point my finger and say there’s the one who was curt.

But I have not the voice.
I have not the choice.
I have not the mind.
I have not the heart.

I have not the strength to stop once I start.
So I’ll not start,
No, I’ll not open my heart.
I’ll pretend this heart does not exist.
And it won’t rip apart yet again.

Thanks for loving me.
When I cannot love myself.
Thanks for being the light,
At the end of my dense and dark tunnel.

Thanks for trying to be my strength.
When my own strength is gone.
Thanks for standing by.
And watching that I’ve not completely come undone.