WHY THE PAIN
Why The Pain
Why the pain I hold inside?What can I do to
Swipe the pain out of my life?I'm tired of
Being alone and deppressed.
I cry a 1000 buckets a day, but it doesent
Releive the pain, I grab my book and pen to
Write out the pain I hold inside,but it
Always ends up saying I wish I would die.
I throw down my pen, hit the door running,
To the church is where I head, I fall to
My knees at the puyue,i start praying,silent
At first, I get louder as I go,GOD i'm tired of
Being alone and depprest, I'm tired of all
This pain inside, please take me home,take me
Off this land,dear GOD if only I had a friend.
In a week my dayes became sunny, my pain
Slowly died, for I had a friend it was GOD
Holding my hand,and now I say i'm glad i'm
Not dead.
Why the pain I hold inside?What can I do to
Swipe the pain out of my life?I'm tired of
Being alone and deppressed.
I cry a 1000 buckets a day, but it doesent
Releive the pain, I grab my book and pen to
Write out the pain I hold inside,but it
Always ends up saying I wish I would die.
I throw down my pen, hit the door running,
To the church is where I head, I fall to
My knees at the puyue,i start praying,silent
At first, I get louder as I go,GOD i'm tired of
Being alone and depprest, I'm tired of all
This pain inside, please take me home,take me
Off this land,dear GOD if only I had a friend.
In a week my dayes became sunny, my pain
Slowly died, for I had a friend it was GOD
Holding my hand,and now I say i'm glad i'm
Not dead.
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