It’s a little hard
To hold my head high
People say look to God
But all I see is the sky
Face buried in my hands
Eyes closed, nothing to see
I can feel my every breath
But I just don’t feel free
I feel like I’m moving to fast
But I’m moving all the same
How am I still alive?
When my life’s a losing game
Spacing at the ceiling
What the fuck is going on
I’m looking at the world
But I’m just so withdrawn
My envy to the birds
Such graceful willow wings
Free to fly and flourish
While I’m strung with puppet strings
I can end my strain
But I can never end my strife
What’s the point of going on
When no one is in your life
My thoughts are like mitosis
They just keep on multiplying
Everyday is hell and havoc
My will is surely slowly dying
My mood usually swings
Like swings on a swing set
I feel like bouncing like springs
But I don’t think I can spring yet
It is swinging right now
And it’s swinging to the top
Getting closer to the zenith
And it just won’t stop
And then just like that
It drops like rain
Are there any others out there?
That can feel this pain
I’m shooting up and down
Like a rocket that failed
It’s like I’m a speeding train
That tends to get derailed
My heart cries out
That it wants no more scars
If it had something to sprout
It would be cold jail bars
Why go back and forth?
When I can just go straight
But there are so many haters out there
That won’t let me be great
I’m stuck in the devils maze
And I cannot find my way
I learned that praying pays
But I forgot how to pray
God if you are there
Then don’t you here me cry
Please show me that you care
Please don’t just pass me by
I will come to hate myself
Over the littlest of things
How are angels suppose to fly?
Without growing any wings
All I have is a poem
With a story and a word
Writing sometimes helps
But will I ever be heard