Hey, Bill
The weight feels heavy on my chest.
I struggle to keep calm as I fight back tears.
How could anyone love me this way?
How could anyone love me at all?
I wonder what would happen if you knew
That those words you said to me so lightly,
“Why would anyone like you?”
Have echoed in my head and brought me so much pain.
You put into words
A fear I’ve had so long.
Is it your fault or mine?
The demons scratch at the door to my mind,
And make the tears of anxiety blink down my face.
When the darkness closes in, they’ve always said,
“Turn to God! He’ll be your joy!
He’ll be your peace!”
But all I’ve ever heard or felt
Were the hurtful words, laughing back at me.
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