How many times?
How many times must you go through pain?
Must you feel empty, without love?
You are on your knees,
Day and night,
Sobbing and holding yourself.
"Why can't anyone see?
"Why can't anyone see?
"Why will no one see?"
You hate the world.
You hate everyone.
You hate pain.
You feel worthless.
You feel ugly.
You feel alone.
You struggle.
Your heart hurts.
You feel cold and helpless.
Voices in your head speak to you,
They speak of death.
They speak of suicide.
Can the world not see what it is doing to the broken?
Is everyone so blind?
START CARING.
God has saved us,
Broken, and evil as we were.
He cared.
Halt in your judgment.
They need God.
For would we not be them if not for our Lord?
Love,
Mercy,
Grace,
He has bid us to rise,
From our fleshly lives.
From the darkness of our sin.
Rise, army of Christ!
Rise, keepers of the faith.
Go unto the broken and bid them also to
Rise
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Rise
PoetryI have seen pain. I have seen destruction. So many hurt. So many die. It's time for it to stop.