Ever?

Do you ever cry yourself to sleep at night?
Do you ever ask why you're alone?
Do you ever lose track of light?
Do you ever just listen to your dial tone?
Do you ever feel unloved?
Do you ever want a hug?
Are you ever shoved?
Beaten, bruised, squashed like a bug?
You're not Alone
There's always more tears that are not your own
Even when you're lost in darkness
there's always a way out
Do you need something constant?
Something you can rely on?
I know just what you need Jesus' love will never be gone
Give up and let him lead
A shoulder to cry on
A hand to hold
Do you ever look to God?
When you're down and not feeling so hot
You're not alone

If you only knew

If you only knew the hurt
If you only knew the pain
It's like you don't care
You're making me go insane
How can we be friends like this?
How can we go on?
I'm not even missed
I don't know how to talk to you
I don't know how to say
You're not even close to true
and I wonder every day
Do you really care?
Do you really love?
It is very rare
to hear from you
I have to force it from you
The small talk and the deep
What would you do If I stopped trying?
Would we disappear?
Disappear in to thin air
Gone forever
Only memories beware
If you only knew

Nothing

I feel so empty
My heart is so restless
Nothing fulfills me
I receive few hugs
I don’t see the ones I love
Life seems to be on drugs
just floating through air
No one sees
No one cares
I need something more
I’m so out of my element
My life’s become a bore
I’m all alone
no one to share
Although I’ve grown
I feel bare
I’m shrinking back to smaller size
Back to where I was before
I need someone to realize
To see what’s in my core

He Prayed for them

They spat and they cursed
they beat him till He bled.
His skin, it was pursed,
he should have been dead,
but He was still alive
all beaten and bruised
sweating blood
and paying everyone's dues.
Although no one cared,
even though no one loved,
He prayed for them
He showed the Father's love.
Although the pain was unimaginable
and even though He could barely breathe,
with pierced hands
and pierced feet,
with a side bursting fluids,
even when He didn't stop hurting
even with this huge burden upon Him
he took the blows of everyone's wrongs,
and even though we did this to Him
He prayed for us.

Flashback

Sometimes I have flashbacks of the days I regret
sometimes my dreams are nightmares,
my mind does nothing but fret.
These thoughts they give me scares,
they frighten me to death.
These dreams they are so vivid.
My past is giving me a heart attack.
But what frightens me?
The past is done and gone
I've moved on,
but in the back of my mind
I wonder all the time,
what if it happens again?
What if I screw up once more?
The flashbacks come,
the nightmares rise,
oh how I hate remembering
my almost demise.