I sit here and I swear I'm just gonna brake down for no reason at all.
And I'm trying my hardest to hold myself together and stand tall.
The pain,
It's eating me up inside.
I hide it all to well,
Afraid to cry.
Afraid to fall weak,
with the foolish things they speak.
So I sit back and put this pen to this paper and let my tears hit the line.
Cause with GOD on my side I'll be fine.
The words I speak are all to real.
But those words help my soul heal.
At times I wonder do I have the heart to put another man on his death bed.
Or are they just thoughts that invade my head.
I mean do I have the strength to stop another man from breathing.
To take his life and place it in the palm of my hands.
So that he would bow down to my every demand.
My mind is insane.
From all this pain.
So I stand before you LORD asking for your help.
I need you to take my hand and guide me.
To lead me to a life of righteousness for eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem