When I was lonely
Yet surrounded by many “friends”
No one befriended me except…God.
When I was struggling, fighting for air
After sinking in an ocean of pain
No one rescued me except…God.
When I was in need of
No one could repair my soul
When all I felt was sadness
And needed one to pull me through,
Everyone gave up on me
When all I need is to be
No one can do it like,
-Taken from the poetry book, Dueces & Hearts by Tequila Cheatham