You picked me for this; I crycrycry
My body aches with longing pains
SuicideHeartAttackCancer rains
I'm barely hanging onto grace
Struggling not to turn away from Your face
My family walks stepstepmiles
Satan counts tears, watches, smiles
His evil stalks, draws me near
I'm bloody and bruised; worn out with fear
I'm weak. Carry me. Or I'm all done.
You gave me Yours. You took my son.
Full this life of sorrow to bare
You send butterflies. They're always there.
I'm tired.
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