Cry and Reply
CRY:
I feel lost and saddened,
Trapped within.
I’m lagging behind,
My other kin.
I cry out for help,
But I feel no call,
Not a aftertaste,
Nothing at all.
I’m just so alone,
Lost and afraid.
I get rid of feelings,
In harmful ways.
I tried out smoking,
But they don’t last.
Their also expensive,
Like paying for gas.
Then I tried liquor,
But the buzz didn’t last.
It split my head,
And I throw it all back out.
So I tried something else,
Something that hurt.
I got a knife,
And began to cut.
I cut my shoulders,
I cut my ankles and knees.
My thighs and wrists,
Trying to feel.
I got a buzz,
But again not for long,
After that I felt pain,
Felt empty and lost.
And now I’m ashamed,
Of what I’ve done.
Lord I cry out,
Maybe one last time,
I need some help,
Can you spare some time?
REPLY:
My love isn’t in a pack,
In a bottle or a knife.
Nor is it in your guilt,
Your anger or your strife.
It lies deep inside,
Of you and me.
A feeling so sure,
So soft and serene.
Remember my child,
You’re a train on my track.
I’ll be there to guide you,
Where ever your at.
I know your problems,
Your cares and your woes.
I weep with you, child,
But remember my son,
I bore the cross,
To save all of you.
God, our father,
We both love is true.
We’ll be with you child,
All the rough patches you’ve been through.
Rest your head child,
I’ll send a prayer from a son.
“Oh lord up high,
My father and lord.
Help them like you helped me,
Cause I know you love them, as I love them too”
Amen
