A poets alphabet

T

T....trust or better known as something I have issues with because of levels of pain experienced as a young child on levels I never thought I would come to experience
Thinking in the back of my mind "why does everybody hate me? I think it'd be best if I wasn't here" as I walk down the hallways of life looking at the shattered mirrors formerly known a my happiness which is something that is very hard for me to find these days because I hesitate to open my heart to anyone who tries to enter my life thinking "this ain't real this just a phase"
So to fill the void I raise hell hell because I was knocked out of my "heaven" God please send me an angel because my heart is heavy and I'm constantly feeling like I'm ready to blow
Sometimes I still find myself screaming "I just want to leave!!!"
So I cling to music like a stoner weed
I just need a little love, rhythm and soul to feed my spirit
Can you hear it??THE FEARFUL CRIES OF MY HEART AS I CONSTANTLY AM LEARNING TO LOVE AGAIN