How can I describe this pain?
Howabout with a knife, slice it through my vein?
Despite my efforts, the hurt wont go away, I dont even know why I try anymore,
I know I'm going to get pushed away, to distance myself in the end,
So why try? Just make this stop..I need a friend.
Never thought about Jesus, just turned to pain and cuts,
But I know now I need him, He'll make these chills go warm and the cuts heal to scars,
He'll count me as one of His children, as many as His stars.
He'll be that one in a million, the friend to rely on,
When my tears fall, He'll grab me and say, "I'm that shoulder to cry on."
But I need no tears anymore, He quiets them all,
With just a bend of the knee, all is well, and all is calm.
Monday, December 20, 2010
The Balm To My Sores....
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3 comments:
just so everyone is clear; this is not about me! :) I dont cut lol this is just a figure in my head ;)
Jahmeelah! That is a lovely and beautiful poem. It almost made me cry. :)
You have a gift of writing.
thank you thank you! :)
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