Fallen Awake.

Tonight.
I feel nothing.
The shame and anger that once rest upon me. No longer sits, gaping over my shoulder.
Tonight I am hiding. From all that I am. And all that I wish too be.
Cause please, you can't possibly want me.

Tonight.
I regret everything.
These nights when I fall.
Where are your hands that are supposedly holding me?

Tonight.
I wish upon a shooting star.
For its too late.
I've fallen awake.
I cannot forget what I've done.

Begging.
That you would be as disgusted with me as I am with myself.
Pleading.
For you to give up on me.
Stressing.
The fact that I have only one option.

But you've paid that price. Taken my sin and my shame. Leaving me empty. Yet renewed.
Even though I feel beaten and used.
These lies Iim believing.
Those truths, I'm still not seeing.

I know you haven't given up. And I don't want to.
But what if that is my last option.
Please I beg of you.

Give me the strength. Break me down. Build me anew.
But please, don't just bring me to my knees. I ask of you,
bring me too see, all that is within me.
Bring me to feel, all that is real, and unreal.
Bring me to realize, that if I only opened my eyes...

For I've Fallen Awake.