Let me guide you,
Let me light truth.
Truth be told I'd rather just die
Cause I'm tired of lighting my mind.

Didn't mean to be harsh but I'm just tired of having the same idea in my head.
Positivity, enough of these things.
Let me see a darker tone to these poems.
Let me flow be heard and let the words be told.
Death, let it
Words, no credit
No time, nice try
Don't fight it.
Just try it.
Light it up.
Die trying.

I'm just tired of lighting a lie that I'll find my mind at ease.
It's a constant war to believe I'm loved and cared when all that's said are reasons why it didn't matter.

A constant energy sparking even when it's out of order.
My lightbulbs no more so consider me as one of the horde.

Please lord, help me to understand your true words...