Hallelujeah.

Wainwright had it right when he said they were cold and broken.
I'm always so critical until I'm broken into a million pieces.
I never give up until there's absolutely nothing left to cling to.
My biggest mistake is ever believing that I'm strong enough.
I know I'm strong, I know I'm fully capable.
But I'm not strong enough, I can't safe myself from Pandora-
Be it box or this big mouth I've grown myself.
I lay broken in the dust with Adam, searching for my crux.
It's nights like these that I run from in hopes of returning.
Nights full of tense silence and the house talks to itself.
No sound rings throughout but that of the rain hitting glass.
I can close my eyes and pretend, I'm three again.
Nothing can touch me, nothing can touch me.
There's nothing but me, and the rain, and you Lord.
I can picture my own little Eden full of secure sanity.
You're always here, Lord.
You never leave, Lord.
These cries do not fall on deaf ears, Lord.
You're all I need, Lord.
Hallelujeahs whispered between choking breaths.
My hands are bruised from clasping to death.
Things will get better, they must.
Things will get better, I'm investing completely.
Things will get better.
I trust.