Dear Sorrow...

I have an ache in my heart.

I don't know why it's there,

Or how to get rid of it.

The mix of emotions,

It's all too much for me.

The depression, anger, anxiety, and hollowness.

 

My first option is to turn to the blade.

Make sure the pain is real.

Please, just let it fade!

 

My second option is to speak.

But that just makes my heart heavy.

They might just think I'm some damn freak.

 

My third option is to die.

Yeah, just bury myself alive.

But you and I both know that's all just one big lie.

 

My last option is to cling to my Savior.

He's my Father, my Redeemer, my Comforter.

He knows my weaknesses and I know he'll pick me up when I fall down.

So, I cling to his Word, knowing it's true,

Knowing that He won't let me drown.

This poem is about: 
Me

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