Hypocrites standing all around
The room is filled with pointless sound
Bodies minds emotions dead
Anything to stop my spinning head

I keep ******* up
It's like I'm on the edge
Of losing it
And my mind won't
Make a choice
Here's a message from me:
Just choose okay
Let me be suicidal like I was
Or happy like I was
Not this rapidly switching
Mixed state of both
*Please, anything but this

I live in a dying vessel

I wrote all these words for you
I wonder if you'll ever read them

death leaves
an awful aftertaste
that only surfaces
long after you've taken a sip

it will numb your senses
it will strip beauty off of things
it will blur the most beautiful photographs
it makes waterfalls out of your eyes

and in between
the night
and the daylight
it will wake you up
it will make you wonder
why it hurts so much

why you were given a taste
why you're still alive.

Silence
Is
Cement
Between
Words






,,,

Here I am, so many times I fail you Lord.
Here I am, still standing through it all.
Here I am, even though I should be dead.
Here I am, still standing through it all.
Here I am, even though not because of me.
Here I am, because Christ has strengthen me.
Here I am, falling upon my knees in gratitude.
Here I am, a very broken man whom you use.
Here I am, even though I have fail you so much.