Only my pen knows the pain that I carry.
I'm sure Heaven's seen the demons I've sat and played cards with.
On the dark days I needed peace
I doubted my bond with Jesus.
Sin felt like the most satisfying release.
I couldn't believe it, self sabotage felt needed.
The work to break too heavy a bond
Left me with scars, I was spiritually bleeding.
My confidence was fleeting.
I felt like 2013 Simms.

You ever felt your biggest blessing slip through your grip?
I feel so many evil eyes peering at me.
Prying at these rusty latches
I put in place to keep my false sense of happy.
Cause good times come in blotches and patches.
I write for relaxment. 
But end up dweilling too heavy on the past.