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The brokenness starts

not with a suddenness, but with a subtle move.

I don't have a heart.

It's been smashed in to pieces. It's no longer in me...

So it's time for me to leave...

and fade away because i can't take another goodbye.

I hope that it's not, but everyone else has lied.

You wouldn't believe

just how broken I've become. Now i don't want anyone.

I'm holding my soul.

It's been ripped out and torn up, and left here for the Son.

So I'll make myself gone...

I'll fade away because i can't take another goodbye.

I hope that it's not, but everyone else has lied.

I want so bad to just be alive,

but what is the point without sharing a life?

Don't worry about me. I'll figure it out.

I'm not giving up. I'll live somehow.

At the end of my rope is where I begin to find

that I'm more than what I thought I was all this time.

At the end of my grief is where I find a way...

to get up again... I'll find another day...

I won't fade away because I believe that it's not goodbye.

I hope that it's not, but everyone else has lied.

I want to hope that it's different this time.

A friendship like this is once in a lifetime...