I don't pray enough,
Maybe I would be in the light.
If I spoke my heart to the heavens,
Maybe I wouldn't have lost myself.
In the mist, in the dark,
Hand of God,
I need.
In these nights when I can't feel my soul,
My heart beats with the devil's smile,
I see him in a corner,
Plotting my fate.Little bits of hate,
I carry on my back,
For myself.
Why do I have to be this way?
I need an angel,
To walk with me.
Tell me everything will be okay,
On the days I-
Keep my eye in the sky,
And think that's where I'm going.
Hope it won't be soon.I feel guilty they will miss me,
Some won't, because they never saw me.
Overthinking through the night,
They try to read my mind,
All they find is a lost soul,
Blind in the darkness.God I need your light,
Show me the way,
Show me what's right.
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THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip