The Crutch
I wandered lost,and out of hope,I never understood the things that hurt me in the past.How could life be good? I found a bottle,and took a drink,it made the pain subside. The sickness didnt matter much,as long as I could hide. I hid myself,and built a wall, and let noone get near.I was sad and lonely and lost all hope,sick,and full of fear. God was listening he was there,and he heard my cry,he knew at last my rope was gone,but he didnt let me die.Thank you God,for listening,and loving me so much,I no longer need that deadly drink,to lean on as a crutch.
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