darkest hours
At the darkest hour in the darkest times, A love warms you and you find faith. I cry deep out with pain why cant i find ease? I'm falling past the point of breaking, mourning but its to late you see. because hes a stranger to me, hurt him before now he cant even see me. I cant go on living without noing that this shouldnt have had to happened, but im missin the communication im slackin, im lost on the thoughts of u n me but im still hooked on livin the dream, i cant seem to find the time, seriously losin my mind, a physco with fits im so stressed, thinkin a mental hospital would be a vacation, jus cause the drugs id be vacant, i wish u would see that my talent, my passion, my speech, that through these words i am free, i rise to accomplish greater, the future is not lookin much greater, but ill prevail thru these dark times,its patience im prayin for this time. I just close my eyes and look to the sky, "God, please guide me thru this dark time and help to prepare for the next, i love u and i praise u amen.
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