Im holding too much oh Lord
If this is how piles of pain feel like im tired
Im broken im wasted im hopeless
I pray eerday Father give me strengthMy weakness is getting stronger
My pain is cutting deeper
My mind is exhausted
My pain is dehydrating me
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NOTES I WROTE BLEEDING
PoetryIm healing from past pain and depression.I found a small book i used to write what i feel.How much the pain cut deep in me and no one ever noticed.It killed me but i couldn't express it. Thought id share it out .its pretty short lines filled with do...
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Im holding too much oh Lord
If this is how piles of pain feel like im tired
Im broken im wasted im hopeless
I pray eerday Father give me strengthMy weakness is getting stronger
My pain is cutting deeper
My mind is exhausted
My pain is dehydrating me