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This is the story of a person who thought it was something else to blame. He made it seem like it was an outside force against him... Loneliness and regret... Yet he realized something eventually. I wrote this poem for those going through a hard time, or sad days.
(FOR BETTER COMPREHENSION, PAUSE A MOMENT BETWEEN EACH SPACED AREA... Just if you need that info...)
I say I am great, yet I am depressed.
Afraid to show my true self, my feelings undressed.
When I feel like contacting someone, maybe to make them a call,
I remember that I feel like I got no friends at all.
Lift up my sorrows? Get rid of my pain?
You don't know half of the tortures that reside in my brain.
I could be great, I could be small.
I despised all those who stood so tall.
Fell so hard, they are scarred from the feeling of regret
all the way till their last final breath
They do not know what it feels like
I could describe it as a big flaming poison spike
Releasing the toxic into my veins.
A big shackle, a Ton weight and chains.
I was near the end of my point, until I was interrupted.
It was I who was always corrupted.
I kid you not, When I felt that conviction
I felt like I was shot right on the spot, cooked in Hell's Kitchen.
To the ground I fell, feeling like I deserve hell...
when all of a sudden, a subliminal yell.
It broke out, obviously it was abnormal, maybe even paranormal.
I felt like I was brand new.
My whole self you'll see me through.
That's when I knew I had met my Savior, from the dark and scary place.
Now I can't wait to see his face.
The message of my story is not meant to be all fun.
Hurry on up, life is just a bomb, waiting to blow up.
So Stop, and drop your things and walk to the Savior
for everything in him is greater...
(FOR BETTER COMPREHENSION, PAUSE A MOMENT BETWEEN EACH SPACED AREA... Just if you need that info...)
I say I am great, yet I am depressed.
Afraid to show my true self, my feelings undressed.
When I feel like contacting someone, maybe to make them a call,
I remember that I feel like I got no friends at all.
Lift up my sorrows? Get rid of my pain?
You don't know half of the tortures that reside in my brain.
I could be great, I could be small.
I despised all those who stood so tall.
Fell so hard, they are scarred from the feeling of regret
all the way till their last final breath
They do not know what it feels like
I could describe it as a big flaming poison spike
Releasing the toxic into my veins.
A big shackle, a Ton weight and chains.
I was near the end of my point, until I was interrupted.
It was I who was always corrupted.
I kid you not, When I felt that conviction
I felt like I was shot right on the spot, cooked in Hell's Kitchen.
To the ground I fell, feeling like I deserve hell...
when all of a sudden, a subliminal yell.
It broke out, obviously it was abnormal, maybe even paranormal.
I felt like I was brand new.
My whole self you'll see me through.
That's when I knew I had met my Savior, from the dark and scary place.
Now I can't wait to see his face.
The message of my story is not meant to be all fun.
Hurry on up, life is just a bomb, waiting to blow up.
So Stop, and drop your things and walk to the Savior
for everything in him is greater...