How can she hate herself you'll say
But if you only knew what I saw in the mirror day to day
I can hear the whispers when I walk in the halls
Late at night making a desperate call
Calling to Jesus to hear my plea
God if you hear me come and rescue me
I'm no good and no way heaven would want me back
If you take one good look at my life you'll see all it lacks
Sometimes a mask doesn't always hide
What's wrong inside
Sometimes I'm okay doesn't always mean the same every time
Sometimes when I cry myself to sleep at night
I just want someone to answer me when I ask
What was my crime
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The Beauty of Words
PoetryA book of original poetry and original songs. I will also include thoughts in here because it is always lovely when our voice is heard. I like to right whatever is going through my head and I like sharing it for feedback. Some of the things I write...
