I need to sleep more.

Doing work every single second of the day just wears me out.

Only time can tell if this will pay off.

No one can understand what I feel now.

Too much to bear, I need strength.

Knowing that I've done much.

Never knowing if I've done enough.

Only time can tell, won't it?

When will I know?

Why am I doing all this?

How do I think this will change me?

Only I will know, only I can tell.

I'm tired.

Anywhere I look, I see a beautiful world.

Me, I keep me to myself, detached from the world.

As the day passes and the weeks follow, I'm finding myself.

Nobody human can help me.

Yet, I know I need help.

More than ever.

Only God can help me now.

Really.

Even so, everything is good now.