sometimes its just dark
giving in to voices saying there's no way out
no way out
no one within miles (emotionally) to pull me out
panicking, cannot get out on my own
no hope.

and when i'm there, i get lost in the crowd,
i'd rather not be in the crowd at all
sometimes it's easier to sleep through the day
than experience it
anxiety

i need space, but i need love
my two needs
how do i feed both?
i try, but fail
can't do this alone, panic.

been taught my whole life
there's always a reason to hope
but what for?
i don't believe them.
"where are you?!"

...
something quiet whispers to my heart
...

He knows how i feel
holding my broken heart in His palms
His scarred palms
a subtle sunrise of understanding
my scars help me to understand His'

"I have heard of thee by the hearing,
but now mine eye seeth thee."
I see Him, now.
I know Him.
I hope.

I am never alone.