Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Life The fact that I’m still here says something to me. The fact that I’m still standing says nothing to you. I stand because I’m being held up His arms are holding me And in the midst of that I’m crying. I cry because bitterness tempts me like sweet sesame seeds It’s an easy bite. It’s not what, but who holds my lips away from it I swing away and look around When will this pass? When will my life look like everyone else? Is it wrong that I want it to. Life This complicated little thing Painful, amazing How amazing.