Trip

We all fall down.
We all feel like a clown now and then.
We all can feel empty, we all sin.

We all own insecurities.
We all are scared of things that we hide.
We all get monster's that never been shown.
We all break out and cut the line thin.

We trip and trip and trip.
We go down and we know
were strong enough. To keep going on.
Hold on tight and don't let go..
Pick yourself up and leave that blade out your sight.