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Alice Smith May 2016
When they talk to me it's all
"Walk off that cliff"
And
"Go towards the light of the train"
They never leave me.
Even when I'm
"My hope is in the Lord"-ing
Talking,
They're convincing,
Inciting me to violence.

"You know they're trying to poison you"
Them and their drugs
But when the voices tell me that they're going to **** me
I smile
And welcome them
Even though my heart beats faster

Perhaps it's because I know I will soon see His face.
Alice Smith May 2016
Standing on the edge
I breathe in the air.
To walk to my death is my pledge,
You're the only one who can care.

Lying on the hot sand
I must admit that I am Sick.
I bow to the will of your hand.
Could this be some hateful trick?

Lying there, I can't move.
I don't know how to continue.
But you, in your kindness show me His great love.
Perhaps this will bring something new.

In His love, He gave us the ocean.
In His love, He sent his only to die.
For us, He has a great plan,
One day we will no longer cry.
Alice Smith May 2016
When you sit and stroke my hand
Your voice is louder than the ones in my head.

Your touch is soft,
Your words comfort and love.
Our bodies intertwined in the fresh of rain,
You tell me to breathe it in.

"Breathe slowly" you want me to smell the earthy rain.
That way I can know that you're real.
We sit, you guide me through the pain,
And afterwards, in devotion and petition to our God we kneel.
We both know He's the only one who can heal.

Tell me you love me.
And through the ocean in my eyes, I'll tell you the same.
We'll think about how great life could be,
And we'll praise His holy name.

— The End —