I’m finding it harder to believe in my God
To live my life and fill my hole
I want a husband, a family
But how can I do that when I’m not happy?

With every breath, I look to you
But you look away, saying “it’s through”
I never realized how much it pained
To walk away, to die in the rain

Every hope is getting dimmer
Losing light, getting thinner
Every faith I have in Him
I’m wondering if I’m meant to dim

Every minute, every moment
It’s harder than ever to find the remense
To heal myself and continue on
In this life that’s almost gone

Jan. 7th. 2011