Weary (Poem)

Of sin's baggage

Of life's garbage

Of people's false pleasure

Of family's constant pressure

Of self disgust

Of mental problems waiting to bust

Feeling like it's foreign to trust

I turn to You

Give me rest

Rest of pain

Rest of shame

Rest of selfish gain

Rest of not being sane

Instead of longing to die in pouring rain

We turn to You

Give Your people comfort

Let us not go under

Plunder

Let us rise above the unbelievers

The deliberate hate givers

They hit

We hit

You hit

You can end it so quick

But we are human

Only human

Trying, weary humans