I cry out begging for relief
My hands pointed outward
A slow death , of poison
They ask what's wrong?
I cannot articulate.
No one sees my wounds.
They gather data in hopes for a solution, they've grown weary too!
So, take these! Morning, noon, and night. Give time, be patient!
Maybe so, maybe this is working.
Yet, I stop lifting my hands to the heavens seeking the grace and mercy I have always craved.
Now my mind is chemically covered, so I feel better now...
Yet, what answered my prayers?
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
I cry out begging for relief
My hands pointed outward
A slow death , of poison
They ask what's wrong?
I cannot articulate.
No one sees my wounds.
They gather data in hopes for a solution, they've grown weary too!
So, take these! Morning, noon, and night. Give time, be patient!
Maybe so, maybe this is working.
Yet, I stop lifting my hands to the heavens seeking the grace and mercy I have always craved.
Now my mind is chemically covered, so I feel better now...
Yet, what answered my prayers?
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