In a time of crisis of which I shall not name
the hardest part was keeping my self from shame
now that I look back sad as i was
you were there with meaning that caused me pain that caused me to stop hoping
but even vulnerable my heart kept on holding
it wasn't your fault
you didn't make it easy
who said that life was any way
it sure wasn't meant for pleasing
hiding from something i can't speak of today
signs of a depression that pushed me away
yes my life is better
yes your not part
of my healing
which is probably smart
but I am not broken
but I am scarred
by what I was forced to have put on my shoulders
with worries that hit my boulders
now I am ashamed
of things I've done too
but that is because
I am not broken
I am scarred but I am strong