𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Imprisonment...

I wanna break free, just run as far away as I can and let the lord take me into his hands .

I don't pray, I don't feel worthy enough, the world breaks me down telling me I'm not good enough .

I just want peace . I need to find a release before my mind and all its negativity fully takes over slowly killing me .

The devils got a grip on me, and I'm feeling pretty weak .

No shield nor weapon , my head hangs from feeling less than.

My heart torn and ripped , my body tense while my footsteps remain dense , if this is a test of faith i for sure failed .

The thought of hell sometimes seems better than this mental cell. Jail... that's how I see the world , cruel and unnerving to this innocent girl .

- Donna