Suicide in my eyes,
Sometimes it feels like my only option,
To get free from these evil spirits that torment me,
I fight until I have nothing left,
Beaten, battered, bruised, and bloody,
Left hanging on a cross to be murdered,
If people truly knew what it is I go through,
They chalk it up to being in my head,
While I’m torn to pieces wishing I was dead,
God says I’ll live,
Sometimes I don’t want too though,
Because of my sufferings.
If it weren’t for the love of God,
I would seek death until it became me,
For I know there is a greater purpose for this life,
Then just pain and anguish,
So, I fight the fight of faith,
Believing over everything,
That soon I will be free to do His will,
And be a testimony,
But when will it come?
Hope seems to fade a little,
While I’m being destroyed from the inside again,
But I’ll never lose faith,
That God will win,
I will wipe away the suicide in my eyes,
And pray for freedom,
Not in death,
But in life,
In the name of Jesus the Christ,
Amen.