I thank you all for reading and replying to this poem. I wrote this and 2 others last night as I was trying to get tired and go to sleep, I kind of just went with the words that were poping out and this was created. I was not depressed at that moment, but I may have been seeing things from an overall point of view. The last stanza is God with me and carrying me, and seeing him caved is his burial on Good Friday. I hope this explains it a bit better for those who were wondering, and maybe there is more between the lines then I even know myself.