My tears are the tears of my friends
My weeping flows as a river for them
Empathy's and compassion's weight I bear
And beneath it, I suffer greatly
My best friend is struggling hard
Another friend beats herself up in rage
While another now worries herself sick
And along with them, I do suffer
I'm coping with porn, alcohol
Cigarettes and food, through my grief and tears
I'm hiding and running from my battles
And so, I've continued to suffer
I have let my rage control me
My anxiety and depression too
And I have sinned to cope with the darkness
So, I've only learned to suffer
Is there forgiveness for me here?
Am I lost to ever live in shadows?
Will You not save me from what I've made?
So I will not always suffer!
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The Ragamuffin Path
PoetryElijah Rowan Killinger has bipolar disorder. Along with the severe moodswings she has been addicted to pornography and is struggling with binge-eating disorder. She is a recovering cutter and finds it difficult to believe that she can be forgiven fo...
