Dear life

im just tryna make it 

my mind is so vaccant 

my heart's been bruised and beaten

my soul is still breaking 

and I can't seem to find my place in this world 

so I close my eyes tight, wishing on a blue sky that once again I could be 

daddy's little girl.

I've been going through these trials with heaven on speed dial

cause i don't know what's life anymore

rather it be rich or it be poor.

My mind is loosing it 

and if i can't hold on to what's mines, then what's the use of it

i'd rather be thorn crowned and nailed down like jesus on the crucifix.

The love i've been feeling is balligerent  

their malicious words lie burried deep within my mind keeping my sanity from sinking in 

but over time you know a girl just gets to thinking

and all the curiosities of life begin to synch in 

and now all those unearthly secrets have begun to make sounds

like the graves from a battle field rising above ground. 

My battle field

a place where blood always flows yet scars never heal 

a place where silence is not made of wood but of steel

a place where my sanity just wants to be african 

and my freedom is no longer a deal

and the vision of death is no longer sur it's just real.