Handling Sorrow

There was once a time
That I cared so little
My heart was torn and worn
So brittle
My happiness back then
Was fickle
I never knew if it would come

I would cry at night
And sleep was dreary
I would wake up
With my mind not clearing
I prayed I wouldn't stay
So weary
That day never seamed to come

My smile was so perfected
That no one knew
That the smile was fake
And my soul was blue
Some days I wished
That they knew the truth
But that would only make it worse

When the blade came
It made it better
But then the scars came
And that wasn't better
In the summer I wore
Long sleeves and sweaters
I felt it all was a curse

When they found out
In the beginning
It felt like my happiness
Was winning
I finally got the right kind of help
That was fitting
I slowly learned how to really smile

Now it's been years
Since I've felt such sorrow
Although sometimes
I fear tomorrow
Will I ever feel the same
Level of sorrow
If so I can handle it now