i can see you slipping,
slowly but surely,
you don't ask for help,
don't see how it can be made better,
i try to help,
but really what can i do other than
love and pray for you.
it hurts to watch you slowly drown,
rushing through life,
undergoing the pressure.
im scared for what will happen to you,
im scared we will drift apart,
never to be drawn close again,
im scared you'll go too far.
every conversation feels timed,
like every word has to be perfectly chosen.
i don't want to burden you if i need something
or if something is on my mind.
i want to help you the best i can,
but its exhausting for me too to see you keep
struggling and none of my efforts or prayers seeming
to amount to anything.
i know i ought to keep up the hope,
God will provide for you
and teach you something in the process,
its just hard to watch the one i love the most
slipping away and feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.
Help me believe You're using this brokenness in me for a reason.
Help me see Your good ways and plans for my life.
You see my pain, it feels too much to bear many days.
It feels like an endless cycle, fighting it feels so hard.
Help me have hope in You.
Help me see myself more the way You see me, Lord.
I know You created me with amazing creativity and with good gifts.
Help me to honor that and see that more than the way I currently am seeing myself.
i don't like myself like this
i feel useless to those around me
like a burden and a neusence.
even when he tells me he loves me,
i find reasons why he can't possibly
or give excuses in my head why he'd say such a thing.
i don't like that i tell myself all these things daily,
but i don't think i'm worth fixing my mental thoughts for.
my sensitivity lately, my anxiety, my depressed days,
i feel like a mess.
i know God uses us,
brokenness and all,
but it feels terrible.
i feel unmotivated,
undeserving of love,
a burden after all.
can't catch my breath,
hand rubbing against my thigh repeatedly,
pulling my knees up to my chest and holding my body so tight, it hurts,
i can't think logically, only fear and loss of control ensues.
my own thoughts tear me apart and scare me.
the only real danger is in my thoughts,
so how do i get out?
when he gets frustrated and looks at me like that
rolls his eyes,
pushes me away,
i get scared he'll be like my dad.
i watched my mom pour out her heart and soul for years
just to love my dad
i dont want that
sometimes i wonder if im even meant to be in a relationship
im a sensitive and empathetic soul
i hurt easily
i overthink easily
i love easily
i'll love til i'm all out
where's the line?
Long-standing traditions, nowhere to be seen
Parents separated by an ocean,
I'm grateful for the family and friends I do have,
but this Christmas just doesn't feel right.
Where are the Christmas markets?
Where is that joy I've felt every other year?
Where is that sense of wonder and hope?
Where is the laughter and freezing of fingers?
Where are all the things I remember that always made up my Christmases?
I seek to always be grateful for what I have,
but the truth is,
this is hard.
and maybe that's okay to admit