Dear God

Dear god, I use to be excied about things that mattered Seems like all the dreama i have has shattered. Broken in two pieces, where do i begin to pick them up and put them back together. Tears flow hard when everybody but nobody really knows, the pain i feel like giving up everything every plan begins to fold. Excepting others words that it's going to be ok but ,in the back of my mind it's all dark and grey hell even black and white, no signs of color from a rainbow that arches the sky. When it rains it pours anger of roars not with the world but within myself as my mind goes on tour. Now on the outside looking in should have spoken more things are better left untold better unfolded until it comes clean, they say the rain washes away the hurt but what about the sting. Leo poet