They tell me depression lays on your chest like a weighted blanket.
Smiles for the family as I struggle to make it.
I cover up the ugly truth like make up.
I really wish I can make this pain up.
God please don’t get mad at my thoughts,
I just need to cut loose.
I hope by the end of of this, that It isn’t the end of me too
Because i’m relying on strength solely from You.
I don’t mean to be selish I don’t mean to be vein but i’m wondering why did you take him
a life cut short he was getting ready to enjoy
i’m jealous you get to spend time with my father while I sit here destroyed.
Tell me is this the price of death?
Acceptance in the confusion
Anger that brings bruising
So lost in losing, that you forget who you are
Im confused if I should be hating or praying to God.
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