Hmmm, yes, there it is, right on top.
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss.
And, there by my perch hides my Fear and Shame.

As I look on these things, I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But, I wasn't good enough; they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?
Or will you look at my things and take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage - to never repack?

I pray that you do.  I'm so tired you see.
But I DO come with baggage.
Will you still want me?