Hidden beanth a fake image
Hidden beanth a fake image.
Amongst the darkest shadow
that clings on to this figment
of life
Never allowing anyone to see
The true me
Because of the pass that once
Hold me so tight and didn't
want to let go.
Within lies and scandals that
That once was the drug to my life.
Bitter and disgusted to a world
That showed me the unwanted.
And me so easily to excpet the
darkest shadows without the
beauty of honesty.
Blistered and yellow within the
fever of the evil things that came
Within mind.
Not careing if death was beside me.
Kneeling down to a glass pipe
instead of praying to the lord to save me.
Enjoying the scars that was hurting within my soul.
Not wanting to let go.
Because I thought that i always
deserve to be within misery.
Because as i have learned a sinner should always be punish.
Not realizing that i was just a
character child within a book of life .
Learning a lesson of becoming who i really had to be within the world that surrounded my own story.
But one day the light bulb turned on within my soul and gave me a second chances to a better living..
So i grasp on to it and didn't let go of the ride of my life.
And know I became a Inspire blessing within poetry and a new life Without prescription for drugs or a evil thought.
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