He Comes

See most don't understand

They can't see what I see

Or hear what I hear.

Sometimes is just hurts. Their words

Cut dee.

Ripping open my already mended and bloody heart. 

How can I let Him in? 

Doubt racks my brain like the contiual drop of water from a leaky roof.

Maybe it's my past beckoning to me the sweet lullaby of pain.

Placing my hands over my ears, 

anything to get rid of the constant tempting of the devil. 

How can people live without Him?

He always seems to be there when I need Him. 

But sometimes it feels like He's too far away to save me. 

What if today's different?

What if He can't get to me in time?

Right as the darkness seems to sink in, I slowly give into my weakness.

My eyes closing slowly are slits. 

He comes.