sometimes. . .most of the time

sometimes i cry myself to sleep. sometimes i just stay awake all night listening to the beat of my heart. sometimes when i'm all alone in the dark. i feel God's presence all around. sometimes when i hear a scary sound. it makes me quiet and alert. sometimes when i've hurt myself it's hard to believe that God takes care of me. sometimes when i've done something wrong. i have pity for myself and pout. sometimes when people are talking and having fun. i'm sitting in the corner with my head in my arms. sometimes when there's something wrong i just put it of my mind. and say that nothing's wrong. but most of the time i hold my chin up high. hold back all the tears . and forget of all the troubles in my life. and focus on the little things. and sometimes. . . most of the time. . . when something's good or bad. i fold my hands. and come to God in prayer.

by aria