Enough

I am so tempted to break into my old apartment and look my friend in the face and tell him how it is. This is what I'd say...

Stop this pretending,
let down your weary walls.
I know that you are hurting.
That you are so miserable.

Why do you labor,
for what can't satisfy.
You were made for more,
than these temporary highs.

My heart aches for you,
to know the living hope.
that can bring healing.
closure to all of your pain.

God can give you more,
than this world can offer.
He has so much in store,
beyond your imagination.

So stop this pretending,
let down your weary walls.
I know that you are hurting,
that you are so miserable.