Divine Comfort

jccaramelbarbie

Divine Comfort

My mind that was once bombarded by suicide

seems that it has finally subside

as the synthoms of my bipolar collide .

 

Where will I go when i die, my  God it has to be

better than here

My Father God is it me that you hear 

or is it the shell of what used to be...

 

Tears of my past turn to anger

i can only pray I wont be a danger

So one  more gallon of rum I swallow

Can my brain be more shallow and hallow?

 

Drunken memories always seem better than the sober

i dont know why, maybe the alcohol took over ...

As I regain my consciensness

I  cry in agony, shame, and pain, why me and why am I doing this??

 

Divine comfort is what i crave, what i seek, what I need

i never had it as a child

why cant i have it now...

I cry, beg, plead and bleed...

 

A divine comfort is what i see

and seek  when i look in your eyes

as you hold me and rub me to sleep 

as your kind gestures strike my inner soul oh so deep

so deep that it greatly intrigues me 

 

  • Author: JCCaramelBarbie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 7th, 2017 18:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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