I madly hate how I can feel every universal race, every language I want to scream with rage, the voices in my head, even when I'm asleep. I'm awake. I have to drown myself in mundane chill. Even my own emotions are iced of pills.
I'm laced on thrills.
Seeking unknown love.
Not another doctors bills.
Nothing you give seems to fill
I awaken every morning
& All I want to do is cry.
This is not my life.
But here I'am
Praying to every God.
Give me strength not to die.
I feel as if I'm slipping through time.
Is my birth a crime.
I know I was born a bastard.
But why I'am suffering for my own.,...
Wait!!!., Not a disaster.
Just cover up with plaster.
And lose all that truly matter.
And yes it's true in this form.
I love you.
But I dream of him.
A faceless gem.
He has the key to control what I feel within'
But for now my heart is a mindless sin.
And only Redemption can atone and heal me for what I'm feeling.
Love would even court to what I'm dreaming.
Cause only you can stop the screamings, and begin holy healing.
My blessed to be
I coexist for you.