Lord, Help Me
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When my dad left when I was a child
and the thought occurred to me that while
I grew up, he wouldn’t see me smile,
the depression started.
Lord, help me.
As I turned older, it only got worse
and my actions only grew more perverse
since to my surroundings, I was averse.
I now constantly pray,
“Lord, help me.”
When the hate boils inside of me so
and I feel like the lowest of the low,
but I don’t tell Mom since I feel I owe
her my whole life. I pray,
“Lord, help me.”
At the times when I feel so out of place,
when all I can feel are tears on my face
and the only way that my heart will race
is when I hurt myself,
Lord, help me.
When the scratches are no longer enough
and I think my nails are just not as tough,
I reach for something to cut through the rough
skin of mine and leave marks.
Lord, help me.
When I feel that it is time to give up
and these evil thoughts, my mind, they corrupt
and all of this pain and anguish buildup
until I want to scream,
“Lord, help me!”
And during the day, when the bruises ache,
and around my friends and family I fake
that I’m actually happy, for their sake,
when I just want to cry,
“Lord, help me...”
And finally, at the end of the day,
when I can’t sleep and in my bed I lay,
it’s hard enough to keep those thoughts at bay.
All that I just pray is,
“Lord, help me.”