The tear.

She rolled out of bed, and stumbled our of her room
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She ate her breakfast, and caught the bus
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She went to class, and pretended to listen
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She talked and laughed, surrounded by others
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She ate a meal, and pretended to pray
A single tear rolled down her cheek

She went out with her friends, and felt just as lonely
A single tear rolled down her cheek

They told her Jesus could fill her
A single tear rolled down His cheek.

A salty soaked pillow lies motionless on my bed.

it is not this room that

traps me.

i could break through these

four walls.

my obstruction lies in the skeleton of

my mind,

the practically indestructable

confines.

the only hammer that can break through is

prayer.

but at times like these prayers is

too hard.

i am

ashamed.

He knows

too much.

and i no longer know how to

fall

at His feet, and beg for

forgiveness,

because i am not

worthy.

i am so scared because i know that what

i want,

may not be what

He wants