Goodmorning.

It's not even noon,
and I feel what is coming.
My mind is in a war,
the pain is numbing.
My thought's won't rest,
as much as I try,
I want so bad,
for today, not to cry.
It's going to be hard,
the grip is so strong,
I'm trying to believe,
how I'm acting is wrong.
I'm being so selfish,
my heart is so weak,
I'll trust in the Lord,
and I'll find what I seek.