Everything is getting heavy. Deep breaths are starting to hurt me. Living in my head is getting hard to see. Looking now it looks like the lights running away from me reaching out like the door just close my face you see. So I’m locked in this cage. I guess I’ll just make friends with the beast. Less trapped here with me. Personality switching now you look at me just grinning.
This time my body just taken over by something then when I come back to my senses, I start to feel nauseous. crying but this time I really feel like I’m lying. But that was just me coping with the signs that I was really dying.
Why should I care soon? I’ll be flying. Right now I’m just gonna be grieving cause he took away the one thing that always put a smile on my face. Mom, I really say this for grace. Did you have to leave us a feeling this way? My life feeling like a death race.
I swear I’ll be looking straight into that face smiling and saying it’s not my day. I have a dark shadow that will never go away in a strong faith that never leaves me astray.
But together we’re not even human. We’re just chatting a body that just keeps us moving.
One day, our powers will we awaken, but humanity is gonna be real shaken.
They might think it’s the end in the making but nah, it’s just the beginning. The process of true healing. My ancestor is giving me a vivid vision. The word going to be and ruins.
And when the sun starts to rise letting years, go by the world, will look so beautiful to the naked eye. People start to understand why God decided to reset life.
So people can work together and walk with faith by their side. And understand they create anything with their mind.
So listen to the signs. Pendulum swinging side to side. My life is ticking on by. So please God give me a sign that I’m on the right track and I just need to keep up my grind.
I don’t wanna be trapped in my mind. All those years. Isolated all the time talking to myself to pass the time. My aunt thought I was losing my mind.
I had a run away one night. It was just a little fight. I didn’t think they were gonna look for me all night. Then the cops found me asking me if I’m all right. I just wanted to clear my head, but they didn’t know cried all night.
Luckily, I had my friends called me tight telling me everything’s gonna be all right. I really hate family fights. They hurt deeper than a knife. I just want them to understand that my mental health messed me up most of my life. And PTSD and ADHD doesn’t make anything easier right. Don’t forget the anxiety constantly have to fight.
So in conclusion, I guess I’m doing all right. Cause I know I’m gonna be standing by my mother side. Or at least see her one last time. Hear her voice and hold me tight. As I fall into the night .