Perishing Greatness

So, in my futility, help me answer what you ask of me, lest I miss out on…

They don’t love you

Like a damsel in distress waiting a knight to save her,
You sit and hope they’ll notice you.

Wants

I want you. I want us. And I want Christ in the middle.

Tell me

That way I’ll know that you love me.

Anger

Punch a rough wall with thorns, Feel the pain, Let your fingers bleed As the roughness bruises your hand the thorns pierce you Digging deeper into your vessels It’s like injecting poison Into your very own mind It’s deadly, yet you do itÂ