The World How It Seems

The world, how it seems
Like a cold and dark place,
No one understands
Why tears flow down my face.

There's no one to talk to
Who can comfort and care,
They're all tired of hearing
Of the sadness I bear.

They've tried to be helpful
putting up with my tears,
But "enough now," they say,
"Time to move on from here."

"Yes, it’s been long enough
Your depression should end,
Put a smile on your face,”
say my well-meaning friends.

But I can’t snap my fingers
And make everything right,
Nor can I in a minute
Go from darkness to light.

One step forward I go
But then two more steps back,
I just can’t get ahead
Is there something I lack?

“Your faith is too weak,”
A friend told me one day.
No, I still turn to God,
Through my tears, I still pray.

They should not try to fix me
Or move dark clouds away,
Instead show understanding
By what they do and say.

Just a cup of cold water
Such a small thing to do,
But it eases my burdens
And refreshes me too.

If I had diabetes
Or if cancer was mine
They'd send cards and bring food
And make sure I felt fine.

All I want is compassion,
A card that shows they care
Just a smile and a hug
And my illness, help bear.

But instead I must suffer
And alone I must trod
But alone, I'm not really
I'm in the arms of God.