To feel is to hurt.
To hurt is to cry.
To cry is relief,
And the ultimate relief is death.
So in reality, isn't to feel really to die?

Again and again,
Round and round,
The carousel keeps spinning.

It won't stop until I choose,
To die or keep on living.

The more I watch,
The worse it gets,
the horses all so blurry.

I must decide,
Yet still I hide.
After all, what's the hurry?

So I will take it day by day,
And watch the carousel spin on.

For now at least,
Again and again,
Round and round,
The carousel keeps spinning.

God You made the Wind.
You made it perfect,
Yet we fear the Wind.
The Wind brings storms.
The Wind means hurricane and tornado.
The Wind is not pure.
It's full of pollution.
But that was all our fault.

You made it beautiful.
You made it useful.
You made Wind perfect.

You're not the only one feeling lonely, even when surrounded
You're not the only one that feels too far gone
You're not the only one who feels unworthy of being saved
You're not the only one who's been abused by someone you love
You're not the only one who wished it would all end
You're not the only one who's turned to other things
You're not the only one who's tried to run away
You are the only one who can choose to live another day

Sweet dreams are coming soon
Sometime after noon
So go to sleep and be rested
For when you wake you will be tested

So don't be worried
Go to sleep and not feel hurried
However, before you slip away
Remember to thank God for the day

Don't think how soon till you wake
Sweet dreams your thinking may take
Though small details of the morrow you may have some
In the morning something you might become

No tears will I shed
I've lost too many tears already
Inside I know I'm crying
My heart broke in two as I went to bed

My emotions are unsteady
I don't know how to feel
I'd say a part of me's been ripped out
Myself, fragile as someone's old teddy

Not to forget but to cope I am trying
It's so different without her being here
I still go to take care of her
Warm tears it seems to be implying

I can't lock it away with a crimson seal
But won't the stained memory go away
Could not it fade to but a speck
But alas it wasn't to be for I can recall it vividly and good memories it always seems to steal

First Peter 5:7 tells you to cast your anxieties out no matter what about
To cast them on The Lord because He cares for us, for me
So I got down on my knees and prayed
It's still been hard but God has been and still is with me without a doubt