Josh C DeWees
Oct 2, 2013

Most people walk life happily
I can't find the comfort
I can't find that love
I can't find that happiness
I've only ever found sorrow
I've tried to end it
A razor
A  handful of pills
The bottom of bottles
A jump
For some reason I can't find peace
But I found something to hold on too
Others still searching for peace
I don't have much
But I what I have is here for all
I'm into here because others in pain
I won't say I was saved
I wasn't saved
I was helped out of a pit
Now I give that to others
This is my only thing to offer
Ill give what I have
Just ask
Helps never far
There is always a reason
It's just hard to find

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