With tears blurring my vision
The past is relived
I cast all my sins
With this reel of acceptance
Never loved just had the feel of neglection
Every step I took it felt my knees would crumple
My thoughts just bubbled, while this thin layer of courage was curved and pushed out unnourished
And was pricked before it ever left my big head
Never able to give my 2 cents and still remain indebt
I sit alone whispering rhythms only myself could ever decipher
Hoping to find a road to travel that doesn’t involve a lighter
I watch my life on the big screen while no one stays and sits
God is the narrator in this play of SHIT!
Im living for the future to nuture my past and then present,
subtract the acts of my passive actions would lead to my non existance this second
My life needs a meaning that Webster’s can’t provide me with
I asked god for repentance but he called me a lying bitch
He said I was surrounded by this wall of defiance
But whenever I asked him for help he answered back with silence
my soul defense is qoute and pen,
rolling off the tip of a shank,
ink splatters exposing my hate
, so I'll wait for God to answer,
pray with closed hands I read out loud each chapter
I listen to everyone else yet no one seems to pay attention when I speak
My life is a game trying to fold all ends
I listen to everyone one than get a dial tone when I speak
Reluctant to pick up the phone, it could be one of my so-called friends
