This depression wants to consume me and sometimes I think it has. The sun I feel is hidden under a mound of clouds along with my heart. My family misses who I've always been, the love of my life falls apart at the sound of my lonely and strangered voice. This may be a time in my life where nothing feels as if hope is in the air, but I know that God is there. He is there everywhere I go and have been. He stands next to me as I put on my makeup in the morning, he has his arm around me as I cry the tears of fear. He seems to be nothing to some of the world, but he is my ultimate fighter, he is my angel, my guard that protects me at night. He is my hope for tonight, for the future to come. My father is my pillow I lean on, and I am his precious daughter. The girl who sins but he always forgives.