Lord, why is it that I am so superficial, so fake?
That I feel nothing towards anyone
My words are empty
They are all that I am.
My expressionless expressions
-no smile, no tear, no laugh,
They attempt to turn a cheery face to a downcast one.
Tired, indifferent, impatient, angry, annoyed
Why is this all I am anymore?
A blank paper shows more than me.
I am my closest friend,
I am my worst enemy.
I wander through a fading forest,
This scene has become my home.
What have I done, what have I been, what can I do?
Must I act upon what I know I should,
Even if I do not feel, even if my heart isn't in it?
Oh I wish I could be pierced by brokenness again
from your Spirit.
I long to be with you.
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