There are days
I don’t remember how to smile,
I don’t know what the sun feels like,
and I wonder why my heart still beats.
There are days,
I think it’ll be dark forever,
and that the slow twisting knife in heart
will never stop bleeding me dry.
There are days,
the pain constantly makes me
want to end it all
so that the silent do not deafen.
Days like that
are when I think of You most
and remember only You
will be my savior
and Your blessing comes in
various, mysterious ways.
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