With struggles unseen by naked eye,
that loom over the struggler, passed by,
it leaves much doubt inside the head
as to which one can hear and which one can lend
a hand to help fight this struggle unseen,
this plague of a madman inside my brain
wreaking all sorts of havoc and wishing me bled.
And of every person who does not even know
the length and the depth of this struggle I know,
this secretive life that I cannot reveal
or I would hurt a loved one so real.
I realize this, there is only just One
Who knows every secret that’s ever been done.
God knows my struggle, the darkness I know.
And He gives me peace only He can bestow.❤❤❤