Blessed
Everyday I feel as if I’m fading Fading from those whom I love Some days I’d swear I have nothing Some days I struggle to sleep Crying, praying and hoping for better days Some say I’m crazy Some say I’m untrustworthy How am I judged when we all just the same We all make mistakes During those dark days I’d question God Question him to the point where I’d think he weren’t even real I’d…