It hurts
And the pain isn't the worse part
The worse part,
Well at least in the top 3,
Is the part where my pain
Is so pointless
God, have I not learned my lesson yet?
If something good were to come out of this sadness, shouldn't it already?
If I were an artist
I could inspire others with my struggle,
My exhaustion could have given
Others the strength to take
One more step
One more day
But I'm not an artist
What am I supposed to do, with
This ugliness?
God, make me pretty again
Let my frown ease up
Let the smile take its place
I don't fear death
Because
As cliché as it sounds
You know, Lord,
I have been dead a long time now
My pain
Is so pointless
Ugly
I can't sing it out,
Can't paint it
Can't even explain it in words,
I know I can pray it out,
But I'm too tired for prayers
I don't doubt you, God,
Your love
Im sure of it
But it doesn't make it
Hurt any less
I could write "I can't take it anymore"
But I will get through this,
I got through it all the other times
But until then
I'm so tired
And in so much pain,
God, could you get down here,
And wrap me up in a hug?
You know I need it
And when my time has finally come
Could you forget my wrongdoings,
And let me be at peace, with you?
Lord
You know
The only reason I have the strenght to suffer through this - is because when I die, I need you to let me find rest
Peace
With you
I do believe, all this years have been my hell, punishment for something I did
So when it's time for me to go home, open the gates, let me in, let me rest
Let me find rest in you
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Another day spent
PoetryJust another day spent, in the company of my depression. * The saddest part is that all my suffering, my pain, my sadness, those days that I got through even though I thought I couldn't, all this years of living in a hell that's trapped in my brain...
