The voices

As that voice pounds hammer and anvil against my heart making me doubt my existence in this world. Each pound dragging my beating pulse to the cold depths of the Mariana trench. Urging me to feel worthless and utterly useless in this world. I succumbed and agreed. Yet for all the sly trickery and smooth words that the Devil might employ. It cannot take away truths. And that is this world does not matter. I was meant for another one. God loves me and has already made the ultimate sacrifice for me. I sing Hallelujah to you who is not my friend and smile. All is well. :)