When I come to you weak
And lay out my brokenness
you'll sympathize with me
When I never show up
And my silence becomes louder than my groans
You'll hurt with me
Because you miss me .
And by that I can deliver my idea of how torn I am in a better form than the words I spent hours spilling .
Why am I this broken you ask?.. here's why
Converts are unfairly rewarded the epithet "wannabes" or "second-class people"....how dare they bash us?!
Little did they know the amount of conflict and danger we conquered in order for us to be who we are today?
As a human I'm weak enough to give up right now but if I wanna save this vocation we both have to carry the cross with Jesus, since too much human abuse have taken place lately and I believe our Lord have hurt enough or way too much probably.
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
