Easy For You to Say

Well, it's easy for you to say That any day is a good day It's easy for you to think That we all have great reasons to blink Each and every day stabs harder than the last Each and every night reminds me of the past It's not that I'm feeling sorry for myself It's just that this isn't good for my health For stress is the fear of the unknown Somebody else's fear that I have made my own For all these years of suffering and haunting Of crying, screaming, kicking, dying I'm finally free of hopelessness and stress Only to realize that I'm still a freaking mess So tell me, my glorious and gracious Lord Why shall I not believe the Devil's word? Why should I keep trying and trying? When clearly, my soul is dying Tell me, do I have enough time? For time is needed to atone for my heinous crime If so, then guide me to your wisdom To most spacious and alluring kingdom Tell me, for I truly do not comprehend All my tedious tasks and skills that lie at hand