I tried to open up,
I tried to love,
I tried to be loved,
I tried until I tired myself.
I saw the light at the end of every dark tunnel-
I walked through,
I saw the bright side of things that were too dark for my eyes to even open up.
I saw the water half full in every glass that was on the verge of shattering,
I saw them all,
Maybe I was that light at the end of that dark tunnel,
Maybe I was that bright side in those darkest of moments,
Maybe I was that half full glass of water, on the verge of a breakdown;
I was a shoulder to be cried upon,
I was there when no one was.
I got hurt,
I got hurt,
Over and over, and over again,
It's almost funny;
Maybe I was that glass on the verge of shattering,
Maybe I was those darkest moments,
Maybe I was the dark tunnel.
I stood up head held high,
Every time I fell,
And now I am tired...
Tired of falling,
Tired of hurting,
Tired of waiting,
Tired of fixing,
Tired of wishing,
Tired of being hopeful,
Hope, I shall keep to myself,
For, without hope I shall not be able to live,
For, without hope, I shall just breathe,
But to truly feel the beauty of monumental breath,
I shall keep hope.