Hope is something I am not accustomed to,
But what is hope to a man who’s lost his faith?
Having trust for other people is something I don’t know how to do.
I say to myself, i can do it alone.
But I don’t know if I really can.
It’s like I’m dying slowly of hunger,
And then you offer me your breakfast,
But I would rather decline it and stay hungry
Than to accept that which you offer me.
What’s wrong with me?
You said, you’ve always got your hands out for anyone who needs redemption,
I guess I can’t continue alone, so take my hands now.
I give you everything, not just a little bit.
My soul is lost and what it needs is your direction.
I know I’ve said that I don’t trust in anyone,
But I lied to myself and
Everyone else.
I trust in you and all I want is your direction and to be in your light
Oh God.
Author Of Pain Real Poetry 