I attempted to be strong,
And though pain can make you stronger,
Strength fades in the end,
And I simply can’t pretend
Any longer.

We hide from ourselves
As best we may,
And I always thought I could,
Until my trees became my wood,
And I lost my way.

I’m lost and afraid,
And it hurts not to show,
But as hard as I try
I can’t see the sky,
And there’s nowhere for me to go.

It’s ironic, in the end,
That I should be the one,
Thinking I was stronger,
Who just ran so much longer,
When there was nowhere left to run.

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