R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

From strangers to kin

I hate everything, even my relatives and family,

I hate the very existence of anybody.

What if I go crazy? What if I'm mad?

I might kill everyone right at hand.

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I can't help it, I know I'm selfish,

Be away from people is always a wish.

Jesus used to keep me from being insane

But it keeps going – my troubles and pain.

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In a split second, I gathered more than one thought,

My worries for everything is what I fought.

Why, my God have you created me?

When I am stuck in a worthless family?

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It's hard for me to be nice to the people around me,

When all their dirt is what I experience and see.

I'm too tired just to be considerate,

Why aren't you helping me strengthen my faith?

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I'm not blaming you about everything,

But look at my life, what's happening?

My father's dead and my mother grows old and weaker,

And a constant drunkard of a brother.

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I hate everything from strangers to kin,

My mask of a face is wearing thin.

I'll write these down through pen and paper.

Help me God before I resort to murder.

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Copyright Star Ashley Cruz

June 23, 2018