Darkness Comes
When the darkness just won't go, it makes me feel so very low.
And when the sun does not shine. This is the time, I lose my mind.
As the hours tick by and no visitors appear,
I really begin to give into my fears.
It is during this time when the terror sets in.
Life becomes unbearable.I have no true friends.
The only thing I can do now is to fall down on my knees.
Praying through tears, dear God can you hear my plea?
Help!
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