I bled kindness in a world so cold,
Kept giving, though my heart grew old.
Not out of sin did I fall apart,
But from the heaviness of a giving heart.
I didn't know where good should end,
Lost myself in trying to mend
Others' cracks, while mine spread wide,
Until there was nothing left inside.
It wasn't that I did things wrong,
But I carried burdens far too long.
In seeking light, I found the night,
Bound by love that wasn't right.
Now I sit with nothing to show,
For all the love I let overflow.
The pain of goodness, it seems, is real
To be shattered by all that I tried to heal.