wash me clean

written when i was nearly half asleep last summer-ish.

selfishness;
a fatal disease
bend my heart every way
you want, if you please
i don't recognize what i feel
you make me feel so...
so, i don't even know
write what you want
let your soul pour out
tell your story,
stand on rooftops and shout
i need to be loved
i want to be loved
someone who cares
through easy and rough
who loves all my broken bones
a fixer, who can heal them all
who will pick me up
and never let me fall
i'm safe from the world,
sheltered from fear
then why is it that
i need to get away from here?
i want to risk it all
and see what happens next
but a chance that big,
i'm too afraid to test.
get away from the weight of the world
get yourself out of here!
go to a paradise where you'll be loved
someday i might meet you there
these thoughts are nonsensical
what do i even mean?
i want to stand outside in the rain
and watch myself be washed clean
tomorrow's morning will bring a new day
i'll leave my pain behind,
take a deep breath and jump
these stains are gone,
so come on and get up.

Author's Note

do you feel hope when you read this?

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[Ben]

Hope, yes, I feel hope. God is great, is He not?