I’m broken and bleeding,
I’m scarred and maimed,
I’m terrified,
Yet I carry all the blame,
I don’t have time to get help,
But I always have time to help myself,
I don’t have any friends,
But I’m great at finding them (when I want something),
I don’t care about anything, unless it affects me,
Who cares if some guy got nailed to a tree?
The truth is I’m you,
I’m you at some point in your life,
Whether you are all of me or not,
I am lost, blind and under-appreciated,
Even when I did try to be good,
Even when I tried to prove myself,
Nobody looked or passed my way,
It’s not easy to be me, but yet here I am,
Here I am, always seeking,
Always looking for something more,
Desiring to be close to someone, ANYONE,
But instead, I am forced to be close to some…thing,
I drown my sorrows in these addictions,
I try to forget the pain and the words they say,
But the more I try the more I learn that nothing helps,
Truth is no matter what I do,
I can’t even help myself,
Who cares if some guy got nailed to a tree?
The truth is I’m you,
I’m you at some point in your life,
Whether you are all of me or not,
I have so much pressure placed upon me,
Like Atlas holding the world,
Its all I can do, but stand there,
Thoughtless, emotionless…lifeless,
Burdened so heavy by these afflictions,
That I don’t even have time to worry about,
What they are doing to me,
I’m empty, I’m drained…I’m dying inside,
I thought if I had it all that there would be fulfillment,
But all there is are insecurities galore,
The truth is I’m broken,
I need help, I need a friend,
Where are you Christians?
I am who you used to be,
I am what you are without the King...Nothing.
Can you not find me? I’m everywhere!
In your families, in your schools, in your friends,
If you stretched me out there would be no end,
I’m sick and tired of living a life that is sick and tired,
I sit alone at night, in the dark, too afraid to fall asleep,
Because of all the things haunting me,
I am you, Christians, without your God,
Ever stop to think what would have happened,
If Your Jesus never came to fill the chasm?
Don’t you ever wonder about me,
About how I will spend my eternity?
Who cares if some guy got nailed to a tree?
None of you ever bothered to tell me.