Somehow
Every day I deal withEmotions that are bad
Can I change my tendency
Of always feeling sad?
Depression is hard to take
It is an awful feeling
I can't spend all day in bed
Just staring at the ceiling
It is like I don't want to
Do anything, you see
How I hope to understand
What has been wrong with me
I could blame it on this world
Which is often unkind
Or on all the medicine
That hasn't healed my mind
Either way, it's sad to say
The chances do seem small
That my schizophrenia
Will be cured after all
After all that I've been through
For over fifteen years
I do not regret one thing
Despite my stress and tears
Somehow I will prevail
Over anxieties
Depression and delusions
Are my worst enemies
Somehow I will conquer all
The demons of my past
All weapons formed against me
Will be too weak to last
I have God to thank for this
In whom I'll always yield
Somehow He's always been here
My Lord, Savior and Shield
Somehow God has helped me through
A world that is impure
In this life or afterlife
Somehow I'll have my cure
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