If my tomorrow is not here.
I will write down all of my worst fears.
Not the fear of death but being alive without finding a purpose
Seems lately i've been playing God, trying to take my own life.
My consciousness spoke loud and clear, preaching that i should shed my own light.
To the world.
I pray you read this clearly.
I have been trying to find balance as i carefully maneuver
Around your glass feelings without considering how i feel.
Your actions as a Christian are questionable about if God's real.
How about God's will? Is all life a medley game?
The more wins you gain return as your plenty loses?
To what point?
If my tomorrow is not here.
Please accept my least sincere apology.
This right here is an odyssey which should serve as my eulogy.
I apologize for the moments i was awful and disrespectful
I also apologize for the moments i came home higher than a rastafari
Your first thoughts were "maybe he was trying to mimic Bob Marley".
To be honest, i was trying to forget that i even existed.
I apologize for being your last born son
I love you but my words will never change
Same as my heart.
Because the hate i seen, lead me to love you even more.
YOU ARE READING
God Forgives, I don't.
PoesíaThis is the only truth I have learned. Needless to hate anyone and everyone I dedicate this book to. I've found that it would serve a far much great purpose to simply eradicate thoughts formed inside the minds of my friends and loved ones. This is m...
