I destroyed a girl and myself.
It wasn't love. Turns out it wasn't even close.
At the time there was little wrong (or so I thought).
My head and heart were twisted around and I didn't even know.
Eventually it crumbled...tumbled...
and died.
I was broken, and no one knew.
I only cried alone, where no one could see me or hear me.
One night I woke up...and began weeping.
I called a friend, and let my walls down in front of someone,
if but for a moment.
And from there, I began my walk anew.
My relationship with Christ is a walk uphill.
It's so easy to turn and go down...
But that view from the top, and the glimpses along the way...
That's what makes it worth it.
