Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Thank you Jesus ( a poem.)

I feel so weak,

I hate my body,

I would cry,

But all I do is smile,

If they only knew,

The real me,

would they even care?

But as I feel the pain,

I hear you say my name,

You let me cry on you,

My teenage tears,

They soak you,

Lord save me,

From this hell,

I hate my own life,

And want to die often,

Jesus give me the strength to carry on,

Instead of letting me end it all.

Give me strength,

To live another day.

Thank you Jesus,

For saving me,

And helping me deal,

With this disease.