They think I am strong,

That’s the disguise they see.

If only they looked inside,

And saw the real me.

I cry and sob,

Every night.

I give into the depression,

I’ve so long tried to fight.

I did it again.

My tears wet the paper.

As I try to write,

The words become obscure.

The words get confused,

Like every thought,

Blending, melting together.

I’ve had enough of this distrought.

If God can hear me,

Why don’t I have answers?

Is ignoring me,

What He perfers?

I’m not trying to be selfish.

All I want to do,

Is make everything better,

Like it used to.

But I can do nothing,

I have to sit back and wait.

I need some faith,

That He will set things strait.

I’m wearing thin,

On my trust.

My reliance on him,

Has truned to dust.

©2007 His Little Firefly