PSYCHO

I do all things through Christ, who strengthens me
And with him leading the way I know I will not fail
But I follow blindly, stumbling and falling
Harder at certain times than others
Even with him guiding me on my path by his voice
Reoccurring echos distract me from the prime destination

Damn the Devil, he stays busy

Feeling like I fell behind and can never catch back up
Like someone keeps slipping a rug from under me
Making me fall harder each time
Knowing that time is not on my side
Seeing others rise to prosperity
Keeps me in a dark space
Somewhere inescapable and boxed in
Every time I reach for a helping hand
I get slapped in the face
Once misery has you, he attempts to keep you by any means necessary

It is in shambles

And Im without a nail or hammer to fix it

Nor do I have the instruction manual to even guide me

Where to start

Where to go

Where to look

What to feel

All things that come in and out of my mind

But with no answers

My life, what a bitch