What if I can’t walk


on my own?
What if I am

truly forever
stuck

in bad dreams and











thoughts?
Crippled by the loss?
Deaf to blessed sounds?
What if I’m trapped






alone with this










black,











cruel,












heart of mine.
Caged

with only the voices in my head telling me






you’re not real,








and you won’t help me?
I need you to give me hope



Touch my heart,





Free my soul from all this.
I need you to sing your





words of









faith and life.
Please,

your words have helped

before.
You’ve put oxygen into these
empty lungs in the past,






when it all started.
Please put your blood into this


lifeless heart,


and make it beat again.
Help me to live,
so that I will have something to live for.
Give me your word


that it will get better,





or I refuse to believe it







or in you.
I get no reply,



no sign that he’s there,




that he heard me,
or ever cared.

So I just carry on,


Hopeless,



Faithless,




And too tired to care anymore.
I can’t walk on my own,



and the one





who has the power to help me,








is deaf to my prayers