Judgement.
All I get is judgement.
They see my actions and don’t ask why.
They simply judge.
They don’t care that my heart has been broken.
They don’t ask what I am feeling.
They simply judge.
Their fingers point.
My heart bleeds down my face.
They don’t care.
They simply judge.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
Over.
And
Over
Again.
Does anybody care?
Can’t anybody see that my actions point to something deeper?
Something bigger.
Something that makes me burn my skin.
Does anybody care?
Fingers in my face.
Over
and
over
again.
The pain cannot get better.
With every pointing finger it gets worse.
Maybe someday I will disappear.
Forever.
Will somebody care then?
Will I finally matter?
Cause I don’t now.
3 comments:
I love you.
Very, very much.
And I'm here for you. <3
Brit,
You are a special person! Jesus loves and knows your heart. May He use you for His Glory!
I love you,
Aunt Lyd
Not to be jujmental or anything, but isn't judgemental supposed to be "judgmental"? I know that doesn't make sense to spell it like that, but do I look like I invented the English language? I think not.
And not to be trite or anything, but I'm sorry about the stuff getting "shepped out".
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