I’ve become so numb.

I’m a miserable zombie

walking through life

with my eyes shut

thinking I won’t fall

into pits of depression.

And each time I do

I cry out for help

yet when He reaches

down to save me,

I reject his rescue.

Why do I enjoy sadness?

Is it that I want

for others to

feel sorry for me

or I want to find

happiness on my own?

It’s a search

that will never end

because I won’t

look where I will find it~

inside my heart.

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