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A Different Direction
I pray to a Lord- Who's existence I question,
Keeping faith becomes hard- When you're persistantly stressing.
My brain has become scarred- From relentlessly testing,
The dirt's tearing me apart- Eating through to my essence.
Looking back upon my Life- I see the turns that were taken,
I enjoyed seeing the light- But mostly dark raods were taken.
Not saying I was right- But to say I'm wrong, you'd be mistaken,
I had no choice but to fight- I was wrongfully forsaken.
There's no hope for kids like me- Who prefer to feel the pain,
Overcomming it isn't likely- So we have to endure the rain.
Happiness is unsightly- It never quite feels the same,
It's actually kind of frightening- Knowing these Demons can't be slain.
I get so sick of fighting- Of living my Life in vain,
You can see it in my writings- The black blood flowing in my veins.
I've seen the hurt- That doing the dirt can cause,
And I've seen the work- It takes to correct the flaws.
For so long I've blamed Life- For dealing me a shitty hand,
But it's also dealt me the same sight- That has made me a witty man.
My hopeless desperations- Have led me astray from time to time,
And I've seen all my expectations- Slowly dissipate from my mind.
I've walked the streets at midnight- Before I was old enough to obtain a license,
Im' 19 and no where near midlife- But I've dealt with more than one crisis.
I've given up on my life- And all hope for the betterment,
It's time to go left even though it's not right- Gotta live without regretting it.
