(2014)
Anxiety and panic attacks rampant in my life at this point.
#Anxiety #Panic
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
You Were the sunlight. You brought me