There's nothing in you that anybody would love nor care about,
That creepy voice whispered thoughts,
Implants them inside my head..
Leaving me paralyzed spiritually,
Seeking help, I found Christ, helping me out..taking my hand,
holding me close,
accepting me with warmth,
giving me a tight embrace,
making me feel loved..
slowly fixing me whole,
never again that I'd be alone in this lonely world.
YOU ARE READING
Webbed Thoughts
PoesíaRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
