Anything SLAM

1 1 Six written on wrists. Eyes darkening. Tired of fighting with their fists. Heart screaming. Trying to find love. Are we sure it exists? Like the presence of a dove. Or is there just a cist? In our minds. Lost place. Our invisible binds. Hurting pace. Broken hearts. Can’t you fix it? Waiting for healing to start. Or are we just in a pit? I know love exists. My God is here. There is no cist. There is nothing left to fear. I feel the hurt inside of me. From constant nights alone. If I have become free? Why is my heart stripped to bone? Christ is my King. I live and die for him. Waiting for that bell to ring. To send me to a world less dim.