Lost, Found, And Chosen.

Only God Can Walk On Water

I hate you.

I hate that as much as i act so powerful and independent,

I find myself in the pieces of you that you gave me.

I'm just a mirror made of broken glass shards.

I wish I had a family, so I tried to make my own.

Changed my principles to "beautiful people come from broken homes."

That way all that trauma has a good purpose, not just encouragement of negativity.

Wondering where I belong.

Nobody can see the tears hidden behind my eye,

Hear me covering my whimpers with a pillow in the dead of night,

Because as much as it's nice to be assured you mattered and your important,

Negative thoughts overtake that like a huge wave from the ocean.

I just stay afloat because I'm tall, my height.

My hands and feet don't move even when its high tide.

You just try so hard not to give up,

But you've got no hands to help you up.

Only God can walk on water.