I feel there's no escape.
My head feels like it's full of rubbish.
Probably is after a month of drugs.*

I didn't want to do it.
The doctor said it would make me feel better.
I feel so much worse for it.

I cry out to God when I'm in pain,
He comforts me when I sleep.
I feel like a child in his arms.

The trouble is, if the pain's during the day,
I find it harder to cry.
The pain remains and I can't do a thing about it.

Instead I just stay in my room,
Feeling sorry for myself.
All alone with no-one to comfort me.

I wish I could cry!
I wish the pain would go!
No-one else has this trouble!

Why can't I be normal?
You tell me everyone else has different problems.
None can be as bad as mine!

You remind me of what you did for me -
Dying on a cross.
I didn't ask you to!

"But I had to," I hear you say.
"I love you and wanted to express that love.
I wanted you to be free!"

"Free from what?" I ask.
"Free from sin and the anguish which accompanies it.
I wanted you to live a full life."

Suddenly I forget my pain.
I still can't bring myself to cry,
But I know I'm being loved and cared for.

I'm a child in your arms again.

*drugs here is in reference to painkillers

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