This life we live

Tattered, abused, more than used. Here comes the blues. Not meaning the sky. This I won't deny. The sun is shining bright upon my eyes. It's difficult to see the light when you are living a lie. Put on the fake smile. Words of encouragement, it's all bullshit. The darkness seeps through. My body bleeds blue. Who am I? Will I ever figure it out? My doubts are playing free and about. I pray to God give me an answer. One that won't end in disaster. Meaningless things sing loud, actually it screams proud. My soul inside, something I can't hide makes me cry, proves I'm alive. I pinch myself just so I know this nonsense I'm living is out of control. For God has said "this too shall pass" therefore I know it won't last. His words win in the end. I'll be awaiting!