I’m running out of things to be thankful for,
I yearn for luxury, convenience and more.
Though I receive countless blessings everyday,
Difficulties and pain still finds its way.
My life sometimes loses its sense of purpose,
I feel like a clown in an empty circus.
I don’t want to die but I’m not happy being born,
For life itself causes my spirit to be torn.
The friends I can trust are lesser than my fingers,
Superficial optimism really hinders
The understanding of me, even by relatives and family.
So help me Lord, before I believe more lies from the enemy.
Is it a lie, that life itself is completely against me?
That hardships also happen to everybody?
It’s so cliche’ to say that life is unfair,
That’s why for me, it’s hard to bear.
I beg you for grace, Oh Lord the King,
I feel small, fragile and worth nothing.
My heart’s so heavy from the weight of sadness,
Please don’t let me drown in madness.
August 20 2016
Copyright Star Ashley Cruz