if i shall die before i wake, i pray the lord my sole to take and if i shall cause defistation i pray the wounded be brought restoration, now this is the intervention please pay attention, my life, my sole it burns for you ,who, for you , i dont no who at this point, world gone up in flames dont no who to blame , sometimes i just close my eyes, i feel so weak im at my peak, i wish you were here wish you were near , it all happened so fast now its barley a glimmer in the past , my whole life i had it pounded in my head like nails on the cross i feel so lost, he said boys dont cry, are you a man or a kid now somedays i really wish i did, tears are a way of expression a sense of direction, in life, now i brush them away and dont know which way, to go i feel like a caged man in a straight jacked, knows about the ways of life just cant knack it, im hanging on, but by what, when your limb is gone, safety net whatcha wanna bet? selfish acts he wanted out no doubt i feel his pain but all in my brain , he taught me how to ride a bike , fix the wheel on my ol red trike, rhymes are better than just a few dimes, a way of expression correction to depression, weak i stand tall attempting to hold on to what is lost. - This was written when at my absolute lowest father committed suicide when i was 6 years old had to live with it my whole life find something , music , friends family sports to be your correction to depression running from the problem only makes it worse for you and friends and family. admin. Beautiful. Message me if you want. Ill exchange stories of my own correction.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 03:02:26 +0000
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