TheStruggle
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when highschool is over, im going to be on my own
no more parents, and no more relaxing at home
im scared, being in the big bad world by myself
but really im to stubborn to ask for any help,
THAT MOTHER WHO'S RAISING KIDS ALONE
THOSE KIDS WHO BARELY HAVE A HOME
THIS ECONOMY WHERE EVEYONES MONEY IS BLOWN
Shake and move
Summer has left us
When winter comes the tune
Soon becomes rhythm and blues
Chicken soup for souls that
Need to be soothed
As we fall forward
All time allows us too do is groove
i will be a stronger person.
i believe in myself and my determination.
i shall make my family proud and seek my education.
The year started out with a crash.
I thought I wouldn't get myself back.
But slowly you showed up.
My world was no longer corrupt.
I became stronger and stronger.
You made me better and better.
Promises of a good time
Make my blood burn
As his words ignite the ashes
Of a burnt out flame
From long ago.
Crooked fingers and
Smiles beckon from shadowy
Wind is waving bye
While the sun caresses doubts
Silence brings the anger
And leaves confusion on the couch
Tears are hiding from pain
Who carries smiles all day
Lingering at the door is misunderstanding
the struggle starts when your born in this world as a sinner.the struggle is here to break you or make you.
I make this list every few weeks.
Feeding and fending for myself.
Cheapest thing for dinner?
Probably the chicken legs.
On special: 5lb for 89 cents each.
thoughts on how that should last me for a while.
Flawlss perfection.
Perfect body.
Perfect Teeth.
Perfect clothes.
Then theres me.
Im a size 18-20 in pants
My teeth are crooked and yellow.
I think of Walmart as hollister.
Seven periods, one break, almost ten hours in school!
The lesson is fast, my brain is now slow, an almost incompetent tool.
The day has begun,
we are in period one,
Damn, nine more hours to go.
Here and there, the unheard resides
A face so unsual
A face no one can describe
A face, ignored
Abandoned in the cold forest alone
A thunder stops by and turns to the other side
Father, why me?
I know I'm not perfect and I keep making mistakes but is this necessary?
I know I didn't appreciate everything at every moment but why me?
There is no deeper struggle in life, than the fight for you to keep on living
Cancer is one of the biggest fights, something you can't escape.
Towards something so harmful and consuming,
Why do I write?
Think about this.
Imagine for yourself, a dark room
dark walls with no door,
an empty abode for all of one's thoughts.
Nothing leaves this room
Many, however, enter.
