It seems it is harder to live than to die
Every morning waking up living to try
Trying to live...
What's the reason why?
Starring at the sky dreaming to fly
But all dreams seem to lead to are empty lies
Heavy sighs, silent cries
Oh my
What a world we are living in
Looks like the world is bathing in sin
I'm not here to win
If it means my hand must bear the blood of kin
It's either God loves me or he does not
There's no in between. Just the have and have nots
It's either you will or you will not
Follow the path intended for you
Or fall into the path of only superficial views
It gets confusing sometimes
Lifes not always bells and chimes
But it is in the midst of these moments
When you cannot differentiate up from down
That you kind of find your ground
Standing in the rain to hide your tears
Screaming at the top of your lungs but no one seems to hear
Trying your best
While the world is screaming to you, your best aint the best
Now in rushes the distress of insecurities
And all the thoughts of life scrutinies
Left trying to express what's imploding your soul
But not knowing how as the impact takes its toll....
Sometimes there is a plethora to be said
But your thoughts just keeps getting in the way
And you are trying to figure out how to display
That very dismay
This poem is that
