I just hate fighting with the one person I want to talk with the most.
Maybe I'm sensitive
Or rather i just want to be listened to.

These few days have been tough.
"everything is going to be alright" just seems like a fairy tale lie.
Feeling weak,
knowing I should hold on strong in faith,
Yet almost lacking the strength to do so.
It seems like a battle that would never end,
a boxing match that has no outcome.
Where's the courage that I boast about when I need it?
And it's times like these I know I'm left with nothing of my own,
no words sufficient to comfort my anguished soul.

But I will contend.
And fight the good fight of faith,
knowing that this struggle has already been won by my deep Lover,
Jesus Christ.