ain't you tired of looking at the ground when you connect eyes with shadows?

finding and searching for answers,

reasons why this is happening to me? 

ain't you tired of leaving messy trails on the bathroom floor?

cleaning up your flesh like peroxide.

thinking about what you wish you could do or wish you could be,

thinking about how much you hate your soul and every detail about it makes you blackout and wake up shedding blood from wombs that's not completely healed. asking God is he real.. letting bad days get ahead of you,

letting words hurt you more than a blade,

letting insecurities eat you up inside like red ants on fire,

sitting there feeling sorry for your self,

feeling hopeless,

crying inside but outside looking fearless,

your in a routine of smiling in front of fake flakes and standing alone,

pretending to be plain Jane but not having a soul,

just breathing air but you don't like the taste of it,

how many times do God has to give you signs?

walking past the mirror not seeing his art piece,

you let the devil control your third eye,

just letting you see the flaws but not telling you your flaws is what makes you beautiful,

he wants you to be his slave,

working in his factory of unhappy soul's,

ain't you tired of people asking where that come from and you making up excuses, 

God gave you hands to work and you use it to hurt your self?

killing your self mentally,

letting the weak minded control you,

letting the evil overcome your power,

disappointing your father,

asking why don't you see what I see?

when all he see is beauty.

it's easy for someone to say live your life and move on when they haven't been in the same situation,

if your heart rate never went up and down then you never lived life,

God doesn't answer calls to unsatisfied soul's,

he already knows what he gave you,

wishing for a place that doesn't exist,

saying your okay, it only hurts when you breath when you should be feeling like sunflowers on a sunny day,

feeling like gold, bright, & teeth shining white pearls,

lost souls are always the strongest & intelligent ones,

they always seem to find there way through the maze.