Cries

The sky is cloudy and it's about to rain
My emotions are stirred
Oh no, I'm at it again
I can't help myself
I'm trying to get a grip
But I'm losing it

How is it the thing I used to despise
That I have become
Is it a disease?

Searching for a hope
I know I have
But I need to believe

It's easy to point a finger and be the crowd
But when you are the minority, you wish that you had a helpful hand

I've been labelled
Can I get out of this?

Others can see hope
But I see a black spot

I need a miracle, Lord!
I need to see life the way You created it to be