Heart on my Sleeve

I do not wear my heart on my sleeve
But you say I do.
I do not proclaim what stays hidden deep
But then again, you told me not to.

I can't disguise myself as strong forever,
I haven't built my defenses that high.
Some days, I'm going to lose my cover
But as they say, I'm getting by.

A home's a home, and where you are
Feels closer to home than I've been in awhile
Better to have "loved and lost"
But it's all still a bitter, defenseless trial.

And in the hard times, I've lost my sunshine
And in the blackness, life so quickly deceases
The chaos keeps setting me back, behind
And somehow, I'm lost in its infinity creases.

In all I need to believe in, beginning with myself,
Where does this end, and how can I help?

What, out there, is possibly listening?
And where do I go from here?
All I ever want is to set my soul free
But I keep getting doused in fear.

If I need you to fall on, how much support can you give?
Can you hold me, or are you going to fall weak like me?
Your body is alive, but how much do you live?
Will you stay locked in your prison, or can we set ourselves free?

Here's my heart on my sleeve, written down, being spoken
Here's secrets, lies, lust, and revelation.
Lay me down, shut me up, let this all be taken
And then leave me here, not broken, but shaken.