Love, Put the Knife Down

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Love, put the knife down, don’t take that step.

The step you’re taking today.

You say “no one loves you,

no one cares, no one can feel what you feel.”

So, you take pills every day to take the pain away.

You cut yourself every day to make it all feel ok.

You cry yourself to sleep saying over and over

“I’m better off dying.”

It’s the lie! saying this is the only way to feel ok.

But, if you knew that there’s a God that love’s you,

maybe, just maybe, you would, you could feel ok.

So, drop the knife today!

Saturday, January

29/2011





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