Isn’t it scary?
How other’s label one’s search for love as,
A victim’s mentality?
I just needed a hug no matter how glad I am to be,
I just needed the company of a friend,
The company of my demons?…
I move on.
With the power of God.
Each and every time I cry,
God never fails to give me a shoulder to lean on,
Wipe my eyes of it’s pouring tears…