"Thank thee for this day dear Lord,"
Are the words that I pray.
But my true thought,
I never say.
Perhaps it would be okay
If with this paper and pen,
I could express my feelings,
I pray it's not a sin.
I would ask the Lord, to help me.
I'm falling on my way.
It seems to be getting harder,
To live each passing day.
The problem now being,
That with this said,
I feel so ungrateful,
For wishing to be dead.
I know I'm blessed.
Compared to others, I've had it easy.
This does little to rectify,
Feelings that make my stomach queasy.
Never could I kill myself,
And take away what Thou hast given.
But I plead with thee my Savior,
Help me to see a better way of liven'.
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