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Mar 2018
I've thought about it
You know
Showing my family my poetry
But that thought had a bad ending
My life is suffocating, painful, and hardly bearable
Because of this,
the demons inside my head like to make bad matters worse
My mind is like a metal box
It is just me inside
I've learned to position myself in just a way to be party comfy
But the second someone else enters,
everything I've positioned breaks
This isn't to say that I don't let people in, because I do
But the people I let into my life are very few
In fact
Only two
One happens to be my older sister
She is very wise and has been through a lot in her life
So she is the perfect person to talk to
The second person happens to be God
And I know what some of you may think
That he doesn't count as someone to talk to
But you're wrong
Without him, my life is like a sky with no stars
I have no purpose
And when I do find a star in the sky
Something to work toward
It turns out to be an airplane
An image of something that will just pass me by
But he made the stars that are in the sky
The ones I can look up to and believe in something good
Maybe he isn't real,
I've had those thoughts
But to all who don't believe in something
Anything
Especially if it be God
I say this
Believing in something gives you purpose when nothing is left
When all good has been stripped
You can look at what you believe in and hold it close
My parents didn't rais me the way they should
Even if my mom tried her best
So every day has been a battle to keep myself from death
With God by my side,
the knife against my wrist can't make a single drop of blood spill
When my lips are sewn shut,
He is the one who can hear my thoughts
I'm 'not' trying to make you believe in God
I'm just trying to make you believe
Because with all this pain and sorrow in the world,
What good is living if your not living for something
Mac
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