that i...
there is always a part of me... that sometimes wants more than what I already have...
that's when I make my life more difficult... because... I fail to see what I have already been blessed with...
and when that is lost... there is a pain deep within my heart...
I get so depressed... that I want to just let the tears flow down my cheek and let it hit my thighs and let it drip down to the floor... sometimes... I don't even want to climb out of bed...
it is my own sin that causes me such pain and suffering... I know that is certain...
and just moments ago... I was imagining myself a scene... where there is a love given... and that love is never to be returned... the scene tugged at my heart... and brings me distraught...
this is my sorrow
that's when I make my life more difficult... because... I fail to see what I have already been blessed with...
and when that is lost... there is a pain deep within my heart...
I get so depressed... that I want to just let the tears flow down my cheek and let it hit my thighs and let it drip down to the floor... sometimes... I don't even want to climb out of bed...
it is my own sin that causes me such pain and suffering... I know that is certain...
and just moments ago... I was imagining myself a scene... where there is a love given... and that love is never to be returned... the scene tugged at my heart... and brings me distraught...
this is my sorrow