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I’ve become so numb.



I’m a miserable zombie

walking through life

with my eyes shut

thinking I won’t fall

into pits of depression.



And each time I do

I cry out for help

yet when He reaches

down to save me,

I reject his rescue.



Why do I enjoy sadness?



Is it that I want

for others to

feel sorry for me

or I want to find

happiness on my own?



It’s a search

that will never end

because I won’t

look where I will find it~

inside my heart.