You're Not Alone:

I don’t think you understand where I came from. What God brought me through. If you knew you’d praise Him too. From needles poking my veins out to hearing a voice telling me to blow my brains out. I don’t think you understand the severity of it. I still can’t make clarity of it. The evil lurking playing games that had me jerking from room to room with feelings of impending doom. I really don’t think you understand. The darkness was so thick that I couldn’t see a way out, texting goodbye notes in my phone because death is how I saw it play out. I hope y’all finally understand. To the outside I looked crazy, like I lost my mind, but the whole time I was going through something that was divine. Now I shine, with His light by His Spirit through His might, I’m all right. And that’s a miracle. These tears of joy are literal, produced through pain, from broken ground watered by rain the harvest came, I’m not the same. I never will be. Lord Jesus fills me with living water washing away everything that’s filthy, no longer guilty. I’m back to innocence, removed from wickedness the charges been dismissed. I reminisce, of a place that’s been known, but still yet to roam. Even if I go alone, I’ll make it home. Until then, His presence is my shelter. The atmosphere is stellar walking one with the Helper, I’m not alone. I’m not alone.