Deal With It

I don’t want to think about it.

I don’t want to face it.

I don’t want to deal with it.

I want to hide from it all.

My heart hurts.

It always hurts.

Will it ever heal?

I don’t want to deal with it.

Scabs that never seem to heal.

My heart bleeds.

Again.

I don’t want to deal with it.

Dealing with it hurts too much.

Hurting makes my world turn black.

I can’t do it.

I’m afraid.

No one dares ask.

I dare not share.

I bleed. I bleed. I bleed.

My heart is beyond repair

Life is chaos.

I don’t want to live.

It hurts to much.

I don’t want to deal with it.

I want to be held.

To be loved unconditionally.

Instead I am cut.

Again and again I am cut.

A part of my dies with each cut.

I don’t want to live.

Living hurts too much.

I don’t want to deal with it.

The love that could heal me never comes.

Instead it turns tail and runs.

I am to dirty.

Again I find myself cut.

She tells me He loves me.

He died for me.

He wants to save me.

But she runs away.

I bleed.

They don’t care.

I die.

They will never notice.

So I take these pills

No one loves me.

I don’t want to deal with it.

Now I don’t have to.

Note: Written in honor of my friends, who face rejection over and over again. Even from people who call themselves Christians. 'Deal With It' was written to "inspire" Christians to begin to deal with it (the horrible plight that has taken America by storm--Lazy Christianity). To dare to step out and love. To change the world one life at a time. . .