I need your help more than ever, God.
I'm drowning.
I am not myself anymore.
I look as though I am fine.
People probably think I am the happiest person they know.
But not you, God.
You can see through me, and see all of my scars.
"Battle wounds" my outside self says,
But they are really just broken parts of me
That can't be fixed.
I am counting on you, God.
I know you cannot fix everything.
But please, just grant me that one thing,
To keep me holding on.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
I need your help more than ever, God.
I'm drowning.
I am not myself anymore.
I look as though I am fine.
People probably think I am the happiest person they know.
But not you, God.
You can see through me, and see all of my scars.
"Battle wounds" my outside self says,
But they are really just broken parts of me
That can't be fixed.
I am counting on you, God.
I know you cannot fix everything.
But please, just grant me that one thing,
To keep me holding on.
