We all need someone to pray for us,
someone we say we trust,
us,
we all lust,
curse and cuss,
get old and rust,
"buts!"
we all have out excuses,
our whats,
"no b***s!" "no nuts!",
some of us have cuts,
on our heart and arms,
where we were torn apart by wrongs,
and put our self in harms way,
listen to sad songs every day,
well this one's for anyone,
whose ever held any gun,
or any sharp object,
to their head or neck,
just to see how much they bled,
how much they'd bleed,
fuel that adrenaline need,
feed their sorrow,
they might be gone tomorrow,
This is for you.
I've been there too.