Yeah I live each day trying not to…..
I want to be gone for this world just aint for me…
It’s like I’m from somewhere else,.. I just want to go where I’m free to be me...
I always thought I’d see the day where everything would change, for the better in a way..
I always had hope in dreams, but I’d wish I’d skip the teenage years, where my dreams had been differed...
I always thought to myself, I need a place … a place that was real…. I imagined a place where my thoughts could be real..
I met a friend that bled ink, wrote on paper and sometimes me....
My new best friend had now been the poetry that I wrote, for death had gone out of me....
I lived in the past, wishing to die because I had been mad and sad and just a feeling of hopeless...
I just wanted to be free and not hurt anymore...
The pain I felt was deep, to my inner core...
I tried to survive, but was hurting inside …. I screamed “let me go and live a new life”...
Now I can breath and was free to be me, the ink spoke the words for me!..