Pray for me.

Welcome to my diary

God, it's just You and me.
I'm angry.
I'm numb.
I'm hurt.
I'm relieved.
I'm in a definite funk.
Work to be done
This I know
Waiting for a revelation
Please let it show
Broken down
Feeling alright
Trying to live by faith
Not by my sight
But what am I to do
When what I know as true
Leaves me empty
Black and blue
Father, be my only truth
Reveal why I was so in love
Tired of this hurt
Make me rise above
Thoughts are constantly swimming
Feels like my heart is dying
Speak, wise mouth
Reassure me that the devil is lying
I feel blind
Walking down a new path
I'm sick of stumbling
You do the math
I don't know what else to pray for
Nothing of my motive is good
It doesn't matter which pattern I choose
I don't do as I should
I have nothing left to offer
Maybe that's the point
I'm on my knees again
With nothing left but Abba, Father.

My room mate is a sceamer.

This is what it feels like when a heart beats.

I hurt.