Psalm 30

"I cried out to you, O Lord.
I begged the Lord for mercy, saying,
“What will you gain if I die,
if I sink into the grave?
Can my dust praise you?
Can it tell of your faithfulness?
Hear me, Lord, and have mercy on me.
Help me, O Lord.”
-Psalm 30:8-10

Why add commentary where it might just take away the meaning?
So tired.
So sick.
So weak.
Why do I live?
What purpose is before me in this world?
The dust in my veins is filling my head and I'm tired.
So, so, so tired.

Hope lives.
Pushes it away through this weak heart.
Quick to turn.
Quick to fallacy.

Love.
Why?

This venom is so potent.
So quick.
So deadly.
So much pain.
And for what?

More hypocritical found judgement.
Destroying.
So murky.
So hazy.

"Oh the thought of what sets a person free
before I could ever love you back you gave your love to me
now I see my sentencing reprieved
you offer me your everything even though I am still me"