When you feel like you screw up every good thing that comes your way,
Used up, sucked of all your flavour
Looking for comfort in things that pass away, things that don’t last
They never do satisfy, do they?
Always leave you screaming, begging for more.
Destructive behaviour becomes your favourite past time.
That’s what useless people are good at, right?
You wallow in your pain, your sadness
There’s no escape route, you’re alone
Well, are you?
You know what you’ve done? Mocked the very hands that created you, the One who’s been calling you, patiently
Can’t you hear Him?
The ONLY One who satisfies, faithful solace.
Even in your unfaithfulness.
Open your lips, speak the depths of your heart.
Take that step.
While you still can…
Opening the windows, taking off the self-made bullet-proof vest..