Oh God help me.
I'm falling
I can't see where I am
I can't see a kind face
Black depression and failure haunt my nights
They fill me with thoughts of death
Hope and peace are pushed aside
As the selfish, insatiable beasts seek to devour my life
Restore my strength and faith
Give me a place to rest from the constant pain
Let me find hope
I'm falling
I can't see where I am
I can't see a kind face
Black depression and failure haunt my nights
They fill me with thoughts of death
Hope and peace are pushed aside
As the selfish, insatiable beasts seek to devour my life
Restore my strength and faith
Give me a place to rest from the constant pain
Let me find hope
5 comments:
Dark, dark.
So... dark!
I read all of the posts in your blog tonight and wish so very much that I could reach out to you and give you a hug...not due to sympathy...no... I want to give you a hug because you are an amazing person with such a deep soul and you have touched my heart tonight. I thank you for that.
I see that you haven't posted since October. I hope so much that you will continue posting your thoughts here. People like me are listening and can't wait to learn more about you.
I hope that you have a wonderful Christmas and New Year.
*HUGE hugs*
opening yourself up is one of the hardest things to do. and very scary. i hope you continue to do so...
Yours is literal. Mine is figurative. At first reading, I was certain that you were just like me. A black life, just existing. I see that you are more alive that me Julius, in most ways. Probably no consulation, but I wish that I had the bit of zest for life, desire to keep on like you seem to.
Keep moving up, OK?
Black moments are never far and being able to express myself by the only medium I have is little comfort. There it is; the heart of the pain is in the anguish of expression, lack of which, is surely death.
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