One by one, all of them slammed the door in her face, left alone to only find satan’s embrace.
She finds herself trapped inside a mile high wall made of pure cement and fear. She adapts to the loneliness that has so unknowingly wrapped it’s tight grip around her throat.
Her voice was not meant to be silent and trapped.
And she tries to scream but nothing will come out. Satan has stolen her voice as she gives one unheard and final shout.
She tries to cry but the tears are on a drought. And far too much gunk is stuffed up her spout for it to ever flow properly again.
And it’s always just a bit longer, isn’t it?
It’s always ‘Your time is coming, the sun will shine again!’
But her time has not come and she still can’t see that bright, warm sun.
His cold hands are tight around her neck. It’s hard for her to breathe, it’s hard for her to see.
Death has never smelled so sweet before! It’s so inviting tonight and so delicious!
She was never scared of much at all, always willing to take the fall. The Bogeyman is a joke and Bloody Mary is her best friend.
But there are two things that make her cower in fear. The truth and herself.
What if they really don’t love her? What if they never actually wanted her around? What if she doesn’t get out alive? What if You gave up on her just like the rest of them?
She’s content with lying to herself so she doesn’t have to bring herself to believe that these things are true.
She fears herself the most. She fears who she is and who she’s become. She’s become content with living numb, at least she thinks.
She keeps up these walls of steel so she doesn’t have to know what it feels like to be hurt anymore. This will never help her heal, but she thinks she’s learned to be content with that truth, at least.
They’re the reason that she wants to drink her sorrows away, drown them.
They’re the reason that she looks at the bottom of
And she finds herself looking in the bottom of a
Looking for nothing in hopes that she’ll find something .
Something that will fulfill her growing emptiness. Something that will help her cope with the loneliness.
But no matter how much she tries to fight to keep them away, the secrets she tries to hide come alive and haunt her until she cries.
Everybody’s laughing and joking while they slam down their drinks, but behind her drunken mask lies a desperate attempt to find wholeness, happiness, and reassurance.
But just like she knows, the only thing she’ll find at the bottom of that glass is disappointment topped off with a heavy, hard-hitting feeling in her stomach of regret and hate.
And now in a slurred tongue, that never really fit who she was meant to be, she feeds herself the lies that often try to bring her demise.
She’s never going to rise above, so in order to cope with that truth, she deceives herself into believing the lies are anchored and true. But they really just deny her worth, and she’s knows it, but she defies every real truth.
It’s weird that somebody can be so smart, but yet so stupid at the same time!
Because, she knows that she’ll find nothing in that scene, but yet she still comes searching and fully armed with hope that she’ll find something.
Well, yeah, she did find something, actually. She found another monster that’s chasing after her.
She doesn’t know how to love her, he doesn’t know how to love her, so she has to ask You, do You know how to love her?
Well then SHOW her!
She keeps falling down the pit faster and faster, but You’re standing there at the bottom with open, waiting arms and a world of understanding in Your eyes.
More understanding then she’ll ever be able to understand.
But that’s exactly it! She’ll never be able to understand, and if she can’t understand, how is she to withstand?
Please, reassure her there will be a happy ending to this story, because right now everything she imagines is far from glory.
And one by one all of them continue to slam the door in her face, left alone only to find God’s embrace.
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