Jul 15
I am not even crying.
I don’t have eyes,
Just two holes in my face
Where my eyes should be,
Buried alive in misery,
I’m in a heap on the floor,
I can’t take anymore,
If only I could close my eyes,
And drift into a sleep,
And never to wake up again,
Oh, Lord hear my prayer.
Ease my pain,
Hold my hand,
Help me to stand,
This is how I felt this morning. feeling better 3 hours later. I have lows, they don’ last too long, I thank God for a swift recovery from the clutches of despair. I sometimes feel no one likes me, everyone is out to accuse me, abuse and use me. I thank god I have never self-loath.