that some people who claim to believe in you really don't. They continuously drown in their sorrow, and when they actually get the chance to gulp some fresh air whenever they manage to swim to the surface, they're reminded of their past failures or lonely nights, or whatever got them into that depressing ocean and sink all over again. Sometimes I want to understand, but I know that ignorance truly is bliss and. in a way, I don't want to get into their head and relate to their struggles. If I do that, I'm afraid that I won't be able to swim back to shore myself. Even then, I'm aware of your protection, your compassion, your infinitely powerful hands right below me just in case I fall, just in case I don't make it. And that's the moment when I feel foolish for ever doubting I wouldn't survive, because I know I will if I stay close to you, if I never forget how important you are in my life.
My eyes are watering as I type this...
I despise it when others tell me how depressed they are, how hopeless they feel, because they must not realize that all of the happiness they'll ever need is in you. You'd give it to them, if they only ask. But they don't. They say they do, but do they really pray? Do they really ask for help? BEG for help? They block you out of their minds, out of their lives. And it breaks my heart. Please, God. Help them. For me.
-Another mourning child
-EboniiSkinn- · Fri Mar 02, 2012 @ 07:35pm · 0 Comments |