The Challenge with being me is that i think way too much
Hanging by a thread , ALWAYS on the cusp.
Overwhelmed by my emotions
So naturally it's hard to control them.
'Why' is the constant question
Everything i mention..
is like a curse, no exemptions.
My Black Torment: [is my] Depression
Nothing i do changes that expression.
The Challenge is Living
'Live and let live' is the beginning
Die and be only a fleeting memory
Death is the end into eternal misery.
The Challenge is 'To be or Not to be'
God, please tell me!
Lost.. playing the devil's [tempting] game
Becoming only a flickering flame..
The Challenge is Me
To overcome the the obstacles to be set free.
Never can [they] hear the Truth
My words are stifled by the gloom.
Only God can be the winner in any challenge
We hear Him and He carries us through