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Self-Afflictions - Written by Becky C.
The eeriness of ones mind can be swallowed up by its own thoughts. Scratched record repeating the same words. Why stop the record? For all these years that has become my favorite verse.
People's lips moving, but the door of silence shuts as soon as someone says your worthy. These positive words irritate with each spoken over me. What do they know? They don't live inside of me.
My mind can be a vacuum, sucking the life right out of me. Freely giving disingenuous smiles to every one passing me. What do I feel rolling down my face? I know its not raining. They are coming down too quick, I can't control it! It won't stop happening...
Reflection so clear when I look in the mirror. The hammer of unworthiness damaged my brain so bad, that its no longer functional. With each stroke of the hammer hitting my head I'm starting to black out. Dosing off in my despair.
Do I feel at one with the pain and affliction I bring on myself? Did I feel so comfortable in my anger and empties that I welcomed it with open arms? This can't be right! Would I afflict such pain to another? God-forbid!
My heart pleads stop this torture you keep bringing upon yourself! Are you not tired yet? Because I'm tired of seeing you black out by the abuse of each stroke of the hammer, that holds no truth. Just give me the hammer, I'll throw it away. I'm begging you please! Don't give up on yourself! Remember your God's child! Theirs a greater peace and hating yourself is not the answer, how my aching heart needs you too believe.
The eeriness of ones mind can be swallowed up by its own thoughts. Scratched record repeating the same words. Why stop the record? For all these years that has become my favorite verse.
People's lips moving, but the door of silence shuts as soon as someone says your worthy. These positive words irritate with each spoken over me. What do they know? They don't live inside of me.
My mind can be a vacuum, sucking the life right out of me. Freely giving disingenuous smiles to every one passing me. What do I feel rolling down my face? I know its not raining. They are coming down too quick, I can't control it! It won't stop happening...
Reflection so clear when I look in the mirror. The hammer of unworthiness damaged my brain so bad, that its no longer functional. With each stroke of the hammer hitting my head I'm starting to black out. Dosing off in my despair.
Do I feel at one with the pain and affliction I bring on myself? Did I feel so comfortable in my anger and empties that I welcomed it with open arms? This can't be right! Would I afflict such pain to another? God-forbid!
My heart pleads stop this torture you keep bringing upon yourself! Are you not tired yet? Because I'm tired of seeing you black out by the abuse of each stroke of the hammer, that holds no truth. Just give me the hammer, I'll throw it away. I'm begging you please! Don't give up on yourself! Remember your God's child! Theirs a greater peace and hating yourself is not the answer, how my aching heart needs you too believe.
