Thursday, July 21, 2011
Sometimes I feel like my knees will forever be part of the ground I lay here on. It's then that you pick me up and hold me tight so I can hear your heartbeat. I see myself as weak in all of their eyes, but you see my strength. I seem cold to them all. But you know it's my hurt that goes so deep I can't see the light at the end of the hole I’ve dug myself in. I hold back feelings as to not let them all see. That I'm so broken inside I can't even see me. But you tell me I have purpose a reason for this life. My tongue is sore from biting my word, because I can't seem to use the ones you do to describe me. Beautiful, wonderful, and amazing. Caring and strong. These words that you use make me come undone. You speak like I am worth a place on this earth and watch me like I am a gift. You are my God and I am your child and I will forever love you.