Anonymous
Beloved of All
Crying on my bed. I need thought i'd suffer like this. Most can enjoy the holidays with evil spirits creating mayhem around them. My family just thinks i'm probably a drug addict or crazy. Never did drugs in my life, went to college. Where did i go wrong? How did this evil open the door in to my life. O that the Lord would take pity on me. For i know no one is innocent, but this at times has been very hard to bear. I need his grace and kindness. I'm tired of suffering in silence