Some days, I feel like the world forgot me.
I sit in my room with the door closed and the light off, because somehow the dark feels more honest than pretending to smile.
I hear other kids laugh outside, but I don’t feel like laughing.
Not today.
Maybe not tomorrow either.
Sometimes I feel like I’m too small to matter.
Like no one would notice if I disappeared.
Like my heart is too heavy for someone my size.
I try to be brave, but sometimes I just want to cry.
I don’t always know why.
But even when it hurts… even when no one sees…
I remember what my grandma told me:
“Jesus sees you. Even in the dark.”
So tonight, I whisper even though I’m not sure He hears me.
I say:
“Jesus, I’m sad. But I still trust You.”
I don’t have all the answers. I’m just a little boy.
But I believe He loves me — not because I’m perfect,
but because I’m His.
And if He could carry the cross,
maybe He can carry me too.
So even if I’m still a little sad tomorrow…
I’ll keep trusting the Father.
Because somehow, I know He’s not done with my story yet.
