Not another poet in this crazy time,
Here to spit words and make them all rhyme.
Crazy though how things work their way out,
Stay here for a while and you'll see what I'm about.
The words just flow straight from the heart,
Get you a seat and get ready for the next part.
So many times I've tried to commit suicide,
Trapped within are the feelings that never died.
Love, hate, and a longing for motherly affection,
Mixed together with all of my imperfection.
Tears come at the times I hate to cry,
So overwhelmed with things I just want to slit my wrists and die.
Sick of this world and all of its confusions,
Tired of hearing my dreams are just illusions.
Scars are the reminders of the times when I trip,
But somehow it's God's hand I always seem to grip.
I don't run away I just sit to figure out,
What I do wrong in these times of spiritual drought.
Sick and tired of wishing for someone to come along,
Because every time they do they go on singing their own song.
Sick of people trying to convince me of their lies.
I just wish my trust for you hurries up and dies.
I wish I was free and rid of this load,
Loning to get out and start walking on my own road.
Many nights I've lied down only to cry myself to sleep,
I've been hurt many times and the pain goes down real deep.
Often I'm treated like the dust on people's feet,
But though all of this my life is bitter-sweet.
You didn't have to stay and listen to my rhyme,
I'm used to people leaving because I'm not worth their time.