I'm alive today, but not sure why I've been thinking a lot about life and when I will die. It's sad to say, but truth often is I'm left here in this empty abyss of loneliness.
Sitting upon my pity-*** gains me nothing in the end I wish I would've considered my actions, now without my friend. Crushed and polluted within my mind A crime scene inside my brain you will only find.
So, what is the solution to the problem at hand? How can I correct what has already been done and still be able to stand? Should I run away or stay to face the music and internally die? I know that I'm sick and tired of always wanting to cry.
I know God exists and he has a purpose for my life. I know that he loves me and will always make a way, leading me away from strife. So, now that I remember that beautiful promise he made to me... I'm asking the Lord to carry my burden and help me to be eternally free.
Do I still think about morbidity and the way it would look upon my death? Am I so selfish to be concerned with how I will take my last breath? No, I refuse to give up and let the evil one win. I'm going to turn my life over to him again.