GOT MY DEMONS, GOT MY PRIDE
As I sit here, all alone
And as I'm wondering if, I'll even eat at all;
As I'm taking my first step towards;
Another long day, with very little reward.
Can't God just please, leave me here as a stone;
As I'm so broken, need to do this alone...
"As I'm sick and tired, of all of them,
Still I can't find another way in.
GOT MY DEMONS, GOT MY PRIDE,
But I think I'm stuck here, till the day I die"...
Can't find mercy, but I sure find sin;
As I'm deciding if, it's a life I still want to be in ...
And as I'm writing bout, suicide;
Still not writing bout, exactly when...
One more Sunday, just to see,
I've tried so hard to, just believe...
As I'm sick and tired, of all of them,
Yet I still can't find, another way in...
GOT MY DEMONS, GOT MY PRIDE,
and now I know I'm stuck here, till the day I die.
GOT MY DEMONS, STILL GOT SOME PRIDE...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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