Lost for life

     How to express yourself to yourself 

 

 Living life fake and wishing to be better 

 

 A mind were there is no control makes you think of the dark creeping inside 

 

Does the good really outweigh the bad

 

 Or does the demons attack and that’s the last of that

 

Trying to breath wishing your mother was here to preach .

 

 Thinking of god in the time of need

 

 Looking for a sign

 

Hoping to take a ride with your angels to lead you into the light 

 

 But instead cry alone at night having one angel keeping you alive 

 

 Man fuck this life I don’t have time to realize 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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