Falling.

my heart hurts for you. it cries.
Cuz i know that yours does too.
I cry for you. you laugh.
this is simply what we do.
Your soul is a rose, your heart a rag,
but your voice rings in my head.
Cuz words of your hands are not the same
as words that you once said.
I grow up, while you grow down,
these are the facts of life.
but you wake up every single day,
with your back stabbed by a knife.
The demons you face are one of a kind,
they know not how to speak.
With evil eyes, then know
just when to hit you when you're weak.
You're almost on your feet again,
yet you get hit again.
You know this fight will never end,
until you say Amen.