exhausted.
The only way out is through death's door.
Is it possible for your death to be the only purpose of your life?
I think so. If you don't, you should probably ask Jesus.
I bet he was depressed all the time, because he knew for a long time.
Since he was a little boy, he knew.
While other kids around him played, got educations, learned trades
he could I believe, close his eyes and see himself, naked and bleeding.
I feel as if my chest is constantly exposed, the heart just bleeding
endlessly. Sometimes a small trickle other times a rushing river. But
unlike Jesus it's for nothing. My blood doesn't save anyone not even
myself. I hate not knowing how things will end for me, but I think that
Jesus would have given anything to not know. And I have to trust that he
was right.
Is it possible for your death to be the only purpose of your life?
I think so. If you don't, you should probably ask Jesus.
I bet he was depressed all the time, because he knew for a long time.
Since he was a little boy, he knew.
While other kids around him played, got educations, learned trades
he could I believe, close his eyes and see himself, naked and bleeding.
I feel as if my chest is constantly exposed, the heart just bleeding
endlessly. Sometimes a small trickle other times a rushing river. But
unlike Jesus it's for nothing. My blood doesn't save anyone not even
myself. I hate not knowing how things will end for me, but I think that
Jesus would have given anything to not know. And I have to trust that he
was right.