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My Shoes
I’m shouting out screaming out. I’m begging on my knees
Oh Dear God please help me out. Take this all away. Take this pain and take this fear.
Wash my hands and take this sin. Cleanse me from this mess I’m in.
I've lost my way every day, slipping further from where I came.
I cannot find where to go. I try so hard to find that light.
I try so hard to tell myself that this will be alright.
Oh Dear God please tell me you can hear me. I’m crawling in the dark.
I cannot see what you see and my friends they cannot feel what I feel
For if they did maybe they would understand the way I am.
Why I say the things I say, and why it is I’m always tired.
They would find out it’s because I cry and cry before I go to sleep
But before I go to sleep I always start to think and when I think I start to weep
And when the tears stop coming down my dry eyes are forced to close
And even then in my dreams I cannot turn it off
I often wonder why it is I feel this weight, why on my shoulders it chooses to take its seat.
No one bleeds the same blood. No one has the same things to go through.
It’s inhumane to tell someone to not complain.
Suffering is suffering and pain cannot be compared.
Do not bring the orchestra out. There is no need to play me a sad song.
Just don’t tell me it’s not so bad.
Don’t you dare tell me to walk in someone else’s shoes
Because I have to walk in the shoes already on my feet.
They’re double knotted and one size too tight and my god they are not coming off.
I have the life I have and I have the pain I have. All my problems their only mine
So I’ll keep trudging through this trail but
Oh Dear God it’d sure be nice if you could give me just one good sign.

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The worse thing I think you can do for someone who is going through a tough time, is tell them things aren't that bad, or try to compare their current pain to others. The truth is no one can understand how you truly feel, or understand just what it is you are going through.