something's gotta change

I'm thirsty, God, I'm thirsty

From drinking what destroys me

I'm pouring poison in my cup

I'm hungry, God, I'm hungry

Consuming what controls me

Somehow it never fills me up

We all want to find something to pass the time

But that could never be enough

Everybody says we're all so different

But everybody knows we're all the same

We're all trying to find a pill to numb the pain

Something's got to change

Do you remember when you

Had so much hope within you

It lingers deep inside you still

The more of us we swallow

The more we become hollow

Until we don't know how to feel

We all want to find something to satisfy

But we could never be enough

When everything we say and take just leads to war and hate

We only pass the blame, sedate the pain, and move along

But something feels so wrong, so deep inside, so hard to hide

So desperately we try and try, and come to find that we are not what we've been loving for

I can't believe I"m hearing people say that all is well

I think it's time we all admit we have no good within ourselves

'Cause we are not okay, we're not alright, and we need to pray for help

Forgive us for our pride, Oh God, Oh God, please save us from ourselves

something's gotta change by Josh Wilson

The absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. A hole only God can fill, only He can heal. Probably, only when I get home.

it might be a good idea to stand in other's shoe (no matter how oversized/tight/uncomfortable they might be) before speaking

"Are you ok/alright?" and "how are you?/how are you feeling?" can be the two worst questions to ask when the answer is so plainly obvious. I guess we needa think of other ways to show concern....

Y do ppl ask "how are you/ are you ok/alright?" Because 9 out of ten times, people say that they're fine, even when they're not! It's some kind of unwritten code that is programmed into us. People expect us to say we are fine, good, great, or whatever. They're not asking because they really want to know, and we are not telling because we know they don't really want to know. We all know it too, we respond with the socially acceptable response.

For the record, im not OK (although i may pretend to be or seem to be) and i'll probably never be. God can heal:) but that huge invisible scar will never fade, the pain still lingers. im not saying God doesnt have the power to fully heal. it's just that we will only be fully healed when we get home in God's will and timing.

I wake up in the morning, put on my face, the one that's gonna get me through another day.

always insisting that I am fine, because if I were not ok, everything would fall apart....

We excel at wearing the mask. We fool our friends, our loved ones, our colleagues, our doctors, even. Deep down inside, however, we are the crying clown, our souls in torment, our psyches in a thousand pieces.

Sometimes even we lose track of who we really are.....