The Day God Saved Me

December 18th I felt the urge to cry I felt like taking my life Giving all back to my Creator at once Saying "what's done is done" I walked in the cold hours on end Contemplating death as a sin I wanted to talk to someone about my pain But If I told them of my feeling would they think of me as insane? Still searching for something to gleam about Hoping something innocent and beautiful will take me out of this slouch Rescue and deliver me from this evil tenure Convince me that I'm not the worlds biggest sinner As the blood drips over the bridges edge Should I step further and plummet into this river instead?