The ridicule and judgement just gets too much for this broken hearted man.
My feelings get the better of me.
Bringing out the worst in me.
I sink out of sight.
The wounds are too much.
If only they could realize what their words have the power to do.
If only they could see the damage their words inflict on a vulnerable heart.
I have trouble believing sometimes.
My emotions cloud over my mind.
Breaking an already broken heart.
My tears saturate my soul.
I feel as though I am drowning.
Maybe I really am.
I feel so cold.
That's what the darkness does to me.
Despair washes over me.
Again, I feel as though I am drowning.
I am fighting just to keep my head up.
It's almost impossible when I am constantly being pulled down.
And I am pushed down as well.
Then I am walked upon.
Some are blind to me.
Oh, what they do to me!
But it doesn't really matter.
Even though it should be a crime.
Why should the innocent always be the ones who pay?
Someone is getting away with murder.
That makes me angry.
Which just adds to all the damage already inflicted.
I just cannot help myself.
I only seem to make it worse.
I keep all the harms under cover.
The wounds are just too ugly to look at.
If only they could see.
But I think they would still turn a blind eye.
Out of sight, out of mind, right?
You see me, but you do not.
You just do not know what you have done.
Just forget it.
Just forget me.
I will be here in visible silence.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
Those who were my enemies without cause hunted me like a bird.
They tried to end my life in a pit and threw stones at me; the waters closed over my head, and I thought I was about to be cut off.
I called on Your Name, Oh Lord, from the depths of the pit.
You heard my plea: "Do not close Your ears to my cry for relief."
You came near when I called You, and You said, "Do not fear."
Oh Lord, You took up my case; You redeemed my life.
You have seen, Oh Lord, the wrong done to me. Uphold my cause!
You have seen the depth of their vengeance, all their plots against me.