You may not see me as you used too,
You may not see me as a great person even,
You may never want to ever want speak to me again after saying "goodbye Malekai",
You may not even ever want to see me again,
You may not care about what I have to say,
You may not believe anything I said to you...

But I want you to know I still worry and care about your mind and your soul and I can't help it and I won't stop because it's who I am,
I want you to know I'll still be here when you need me...

Was I made to be alone...

My friends all left me because they hate me... tho I do have a girlfriend I still feel alone...
I feel like one day she will leave me too just like the others...
Then I'll move out and be on my own...
Then I will be alone...
I've had people in my life come and go...

Was I made to be alone?......

Last night I had a dream, a dream I hadn't had in a long time, a dream where I was laying under the starry sky, a dream where my life played like a movie, a dream that reminded me of how I used to be, a dream where I used to think poorly of people and the world, a dream where at the end of the movie I saw him again... The version of me that I thought was gone forever... The version of me with a wide smile and has that certain look in his eyes... A look of something that terrifies me...

A dream where the other me tries to break free.........

I believe that some people come in and out of your life for a reason,
I believe God brings you certain people to show you things or to teach you something,
I believe that some people that leave you're life will enter it again at some point because it's already happening to me.

A time will come when I fall down to my knees in front of his throne,
If it's a long time or a short time from now,
A time will come and I'll ask him why did everything happen the way it did.

I may be mad at you,
But I don't hate you,
I may be mad at you,
But I won't disrespect you or talk down on you,
I may be mad at you,
But I still wish we could be friends,
I may be mad at you,
but I would never say something like what you said to my family about me,
I may be mad at you...


But in the end I still forgive you.

You know I thought highly of you once,
Of how you kept pushing forward,
How you tried to be nice to everyone even when you didn't want too,
How smart you are,
I thought highly of you because of how nice you were to me,
I thought so highly of you I would have stood up for you anytime of day and had your back no matter what you did,
But I must have been delusional thinking those things and trusting you.