I'm so needy and weak
Falling under the weight
Wrestling with depression
Oh how long the path is straight
Kiss me with some pleasure
To medicate the pain
Of feeling absolutely nothing
That drives a man insane
Hours grow longer
The days seems like weeks
In the pit of darkness
The Son of man still seeks
Not to remove the weight
But to come along side
Oh my soul wrestle until
You in Him abide
Sitting in the mall
Writing my poem lonely
Seeking for an answer
Found in you only
A thousand voices call
To run away from you
Temptation is so strong
Yet you alone are true
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