Here I stand under a dark pavilion of unwanted pain.
weak and broken with fear storming through my brain.
It's like I've lost my compass to life.
and on my own I have no sense of guide.
I've become addicted to fear and its caused me to stop
living out the life God gave.
so I watch sadly on the side, while death digs my grave.
I think about dying more than living,
I'm persistently asking for God forgiveness.
I feel like I'm dyslexic,unable to
comprehend life, but through
it all I push, I strive.
I'm spiritually weak, and my limbs are falling dead
I swear sometimes i hear voices singing in my head.
I try blocking the sounds out and navigate throughout my day
but I get stuck in neutral and all I can do is pray.
It seems like every where I turn hate and fear is fuming the air,
I often wonder deep within do anyone really love me or care.
Self pity is killing me emotionally and sometimes I
wish for death to just rush on in and set me free.
but then i think about all the people who would be missing me.
So I eliminate the thought of death
and try to focus on defining myself.
Love is distant, but yet I hear its heart beat near,
but it seems as if love isn't enough to conquer this fear
I try so hard to cling onto hope, but darkness intervenes,
whispering noooooooo......to my fearful mind.