I only see hate with one eye open.
I don't see straight, because what's ahead isn't closest.
I don't see what's next to me, I have yet to notice
that everything behind me is the reason that I focus-
On Thoughts
I'm falling in Gods' hands, but I haven't been caught.
I choose to fight with those I've fought
The dreams I used to see
Aren't Reality
I guess it's because I've gotten used to me.
Dying slowly, that's a casualty
But that's the way it has to be.
God why's this happening, now more than ever
Clever minds create catastrophes,
And my life is in Chaos.
Im Caged
Not,
Enslaved, Shot, Beat, Stabbed
Ain't life a bitch?
I've got 3 dads- My God The Father,
My Dad, My dead Father,
and a role model figure
So I write poetry until my wrists hurt.
I only used drugs to help me try not to remember.