Love Thyself

April 17, 2014

Who do I turn to when I feel trapped?

The walls cave in and the room is black.

Before all this I thought my future was fine

Now I see life isn't as fine as wine

No one to help or to give me a hand

Life isn't so sweet

Because it ain't candy land!

I'd spread out my arms at the tip of the peak

All because I think my life starts to reak.

I think to myself if I let go

Will death come at me fast,

Or will I start to flow?

Flow down to the shallows

So that I have time to think.

And I realize I need to put in the effort to turn my life pink

God will pull me out before my shatter.

After asking him for help, it always starts to get better.

Even though no one else extends out their hand.

I know I will have to do the best that I can.

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