Tossing and Turning in my Sleep
Wake up feeling weak.
Stumbling as I stand on my own two feet.
Not sure where to go.
Just standing there and saying I don't know
Where Lord, Please show me there is hope.
So I don't just sit here and mope.
Even though I have the thought to disappear.
I should be careful because Death could be near.
Will I make it to another year ?
I sure hope I do.
I should be happy instead of feeling blue.
I would like to find something new.
Even when I wait I am often teased.
All this pressure makes it hard to breathe.
Trying to Find that moment of relief.
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