I believe, I believe
I believe, I believe
If I say it often
Maybe I will live
I am a be-LIVE- er
This also means I want to live
That I want to be free
That I want to trust
Each time I say that chant
I am alive but not living
I am just a living container
Filled with pills to sustain her
A lie of a healthy human
Stuffed with disease
Pop! it's time again
I might not be on life support
But I cannot reckon
How it feels to be without one
You are healed the preacher said
I believe, I said and truly I did
But today I'm saying
Lord, help my unbelief
😪😪. For those who are not sticklers but are always sick
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PoesieThis started ou as a book of poetry but now its just a book where emotions, random thoughts and views are being penned down. If any resonate with you, I hope it helps. Toodles
