Heart on paper = Thoughts...
it's that all too familiar feeling of feeling sorry for myself...
i can't explain why.. or where.. or how...
it just happens... pity sets in.. and can't figure anything out...
my life has become my burden... too much... too many...
lost in all the hustle and tussel of today...
i don't want to "handle" it anymore tomorrow...
i wanna be free again...
in a mirror.. i jab at the image i see before me... feeling the pain of each blow...
the bleeding comes from the inside-out... the bruises welt on the outside.. .while the numbness sets within...
there's nothing to mend the wounds... nothing to hide the scars...
eventually the pain will stop... only to start back again when i least expect it...
why do i kid myself... and paint pictures of false hope?
it's those times when i get lost in the picture that my focus fades...
and i'm surrounded by the mirage of colors...
i might as well be color-blind... oh.. wait... i am...
does it really matter if i can see true colors or not...?
You are my vision... but i've been looking through the wrong set of eyes...
You have been my sustainance... but i feel i've let You down...
all good things You give to me.. in return, i fail to love You...
You are the definition of mercy and grace... two reasons i'm still alive...
i give up on this life of mine... its Yours...
i'm helpless without You.... and sometimes.. i feel helpless with You....
i need Your voice to comfort me... i need Your touch to free me...
i need Your hands to stop the pain... i need Your fragrance to release me...
tear down the curtains of lies before me so i can see again...
and show me what's really there...
show me Your love once again...
I hope you caught on that "You" = God..
I'm depressed, take me back to the main page