The hand full of hope, broken promises, pain never seem to go away . 

Does everything have to be depressing , so everyone have to judge than say I'm not judging . Life with out God is something I don't want to experience 

But how come the hand my palm dealt was so tragic . 

I love , give peace enjoy all types of company . 

But But even the good goes bad ...

im just babbling on about what life does to us .

But we do a lot to life , we abuse it , take granted, spit , stomp, and treat it like garbage .

God gave me life to touch people, to be a inspiration , to help others, to guide others, and more . I love what God could do to us if we allow it . 

But I've only allowed so much I've onl appreciated so much and even though he has placed a purpose Onto my life doesn't me I can't mess it up by doing wrong .

The hand my palm dealt was sad 

sadly I can't cry any longer I just shedder my last date leaving a dust tear shape mark on my cheek. 

I can't run away hoping my life would stop spinning to the point have to puke up my guts . I don't want to die sad and hated. . But glad and misused is all this world can understand.

But that's the end that the hand my palm has dealt .