Where are you
Where are you? I feel like my soul and sanity are wasting away as my world is ripped apart every day.
The more I fight against the tide, the more I feel like its me against the world and the more alone I feel in my battles. The urge to give up and become monotonous is strong. Where are you, he who will stand by my side and trump all? Brandishing a sword against the monsters I fight daily. Where are you when everyone else makes choices to be else where or to look away? Who will listen to my pleas and cheer me up when I'm sad?
Who stands up for me against everyone else when you need to. Who will defend my rights and prove my existence worthy.
Where are you who will give me a hug and tell me everything will be alright and I can trust it.
Where are you who can control your words and anger no matter what you think I do?
Daddy? Where are you?
There's someone else here yelling at me all the time and sending me away when I start to cry.
The more I fight against the tide, the more I feel like its me against the world and the more alone I feel in my battles. The urge to give up and become monotonous is strong. Where are you, he who will stand by my side and trump all? Brandishing a sword against the monsters I fight daily. Where are you when everyone else makes choices to be else where or to look away? Who will listen to my pleas and cheer me up when I'm sad?
Who stands up for me against everyone else when you need to. Who will defend my rights and prove my existence worthy.
Where are you who will give me a hug and tell me everything will be alright and I can trust it.
Where are you who can control your words and anger no matter what you think I do?
Daddy? Where are you?
There's someone else here yelling at me all the time and sending me away when I start to cry.
2 thoughts :
Let me explain why this is comical: as a member of the LDS faith (or I assume you are such), the answers to your pleas here should've already been answered long ago. If they have become lost to you, or never came, then perhaps you need to start at the basics, where most who are coming to know God begin.
I assure you this isnt comical. This is referring to a man whom i call my father who yells at me. It has nothing to do with God. And this post makes me weep as i read it again.
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