Thursday, October 29, 2009

Untitled [10.29.09]

One thing I thought was so sure, so comforting, is gone. And I can't do anything about it. It's gone away before and come back a few times, but I don't think it's coming back this time. I don't want it to. I can't handle this anymore. I feel sick, like someone's punched me. I'm trying to understand but there's nothing to understand. What's more is that this comes at a time when I'm not sure who my friends are. I don't know who I can reach out to and no one's reaching out to me.

God help me. Please.


"Song for the Broken" by Barlowgirls

I am the comfortable secure
Definition of this western world
And I have perfected deceit
Even I believe I'm above saving
And I'll never let You see

I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used.

It takes me falling to the ground
To admit to fully needing You
Then when I'm breathing my last breath
"Come and save me" I will cry to You
'Cause pride has not let me say

I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used

Why does it take so much to bring me to my knees,
Why does it take so much pain for me to see?
If strength is only found when I am on my knees,
Why is it so hard to show that I am weak?

I am the broken
I am the bruised
I am the poor ones
I have been used