P S A L M 103:12

what happens when you can no longer take the pressure? when everything inside of you has run dry? when your emotions overtake your life and you are left with an e m p t y heart? honestly, life goes on. i can't stop time and pick up my shattered pieces. it's funny, cause i know someone who can. yet, for some reason, i can't bring myself to him. i know he will accept me and take me in, but i think i have to much pride to crawl to his feet with my broken life. i write this with a lump in my throat, knowing fully well that how i can fix my life, is by letting him fix it. and so i finish with this: