Poetry

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I have tried everything.
I even tried to take my life.
I failed endless times.
Like a sponge I soaked strife.
i'm doing what i'm doing,
But its not what I like.
i'm peddling into many mistakes,
Because pride is my bike.
Something is missing...
There is an emptiness within me.
Could it be that i'm missing something?
Some days I'm content,
but some days I feel like nothing.
I have money and many friends,
A family & alot of other things.
But why do I still feel this way?
my heart feels isolated
like dead batteries thrown away.
I feel like a puzzle with a missing piece.
a constant war with no peace.
As I sat in my room,
My little brother came in with a kids Bible.
In one hand a toy broom,
In the other, that kids Bible.
He gave it to me then ran out laughing.
I opened it & it opened to John 3:16.
I read it, & many thoughts came to mind.
is this really happening to me?
The thought that was repeated
was that I needed God.
but I couldn't see it clearly,
As though I was going through a fog.
But now that I think about it,
God is the missing piece.
It wasn't my brother giving me the Bible,
It was God giving it to me.

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