It is different during day time.
I do over think.
I do secretly cry and hope for it to get better.
I do look at my life and wonder why I am gloomy.
I often ask myself why am I so depressed?
Why am I so worried?
How come I cannot explain it?
And what will ever give me comfort?
It is different when the moon calls.
I extremely over think.
I cry silently in my dark room and pretend that I am sleeping when someone walks in.
I face my demons and skeletons.
I think about those multiple moments I screwed up during the day.
I ask myself why I should be told over and over about the same thing.
Why can’t I change or adapt?
Am I not a Christian?
So why don’t I run to God?
It’s a question that most people ask.
I guess I just don’t want to expect anything from Him or anyone.
I guess they are things I don’t trust Him with.
But deep down, I just do not want to bother Him.
He has severe prayers He should worry about.