Baby Girl

Baby Girl

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

I see the light in your eyes fading away with each and every single passing day.

You look in the mirror.

But you don't like what you see.

You hide away for fear that they might see.

You say, "I don't want them to see the real me."

I see that your breaking at the seams.

You're starving yourself to death.

You're losing your breath.

Who? You.

You're in pursuit.

You're looking for happiness.

So you're dressing for success, but inside you know you're making a mess.

So outside you're looking for what's next.

So you hit the club to see what the hub's about.

Every night is like a roundabout.

But getting slizzered won't make it go away.

You feel that it's your only getaway.
But baby girl, you know there's a battle for your soul and with all that you'll never end up feeling whole.
So give it to the One who already won it all.

He's the only one who can catch you when you fall.

Instead you hide yourself away in your room.

You turn on the dark music and let it consume you.

Out comes the razor and it doesn't even faze you.

Others think you're insane.

But you're cutting with the intent to ease your pain.

They ignore what they saw.

Pretend like they didn't even see it at all.

But baby girl, He'll heal your hurting heart.

He'll make something beautiful from the pieces torn apart.

But you pour out those pills.

You want to forget what you feel.

You just want to escape, make it all go away.

But everything feels the same after you already went that way.

You live to be high, but they're fighting, knowing the ending

of the story you're already in the midst of writing.

The depression is growing darker.

But your past doesn't determine your future because it wasn't written in marker.

So you contemplate your death, every single last breath.

You feel like your life's a living hell.

So you dwell on the darkness.

On all those you found heartless.

You pick up the gun.

But baby girl, the devil's had his fun.

God's not done with you yet.

So give it to the One who will make you alive again,

paid the debt, and gives the ability to survive again.

You've got a plan.

You've got a purpose.

He is the Only one who can make you stronger.

So baby girl hang on just a little bit longer.