The Lines Of A Road

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You shouldnt be crying out for help, screaming ;Do you hehear me?', Can you here me?. They all hear you with the two ears on the side of their heads but the question you should be screaming is 'Do you care enough to read between the lines?'. Do i have to outright tell you and if then what do i say is the cause, I dont even know and its my mind.

I give up this is mine, I will live with it and show my children. Will it fade? I hope not. Will anyone notice? I hope not.  Will you continue this endless battle, I never know, it pushes me as i find myslef staring fondly at them. 

Like a rocky road some deep ditches, then flat roads and then a slight rise in the ground shaped as scars from endless battles that took place on the neat brown road. They scatter through the road will one ditch be enough for you to finally flip and bleed out until it kills you in the deserted road. Is anyone there, can anyone see? You think you see a body in the distance but was just a tick of your sick, demented, and fadeing mind. 

Do you decide now is when you should have pulled over, stopped, and ask for help or do you feel like you made a good choice to follow that dark endles light driving through you. When your fading away do you use your last breath for help or do you push your way closer to the blackness as blood pools around your outstretched arms into the soil of many befoe you. Or do you believe that everything will be ok as you get to God and he decides what to do an if he will mend you nd leave the broken road that many have and will cross, picking their own faith for their own life.