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Psalms 22:2 O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest. We knew darkness. We knew abandonment. We knew fear. We struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts. Release of shadows come, even with the smallest  sparkle of light, maybe simple as a flower ... All good things come from God It isn't hard to admit because there is no one who listens anyway, God's ear is never closed. Soul is broken All have turned their face Loneliness is penetrating Ripping my heart in two None ever understood Silent anguishing screams I need help but God's grace  Lets me keep walking Mercy never locks doors Neither, Forsaken Always, Heart to heart Stillness, unaccepted Stillness, unjoined Stillness, alone Stillness, crying Stillness, no help Who am I that all turns away with misunderstanding? Who am I so horrible to be around? Lost again. Alone again. Light and breath surrounds me, but something repulsive and abrasive still ...