I can hear the verbal chants
The incantations in my head
My face turning red
Almost wishing to be dead
Being so fed up with My Life Trying to be happy instead of sad
wanting to run away surviving off bread and water
If God gave Mary a Daughter
Would her feminine aspects make prayer easier
The incantations feeding the Insanity of My Life
The Brutal Pain
The Tears of Rain
A chain connecting me to this insane world
a train leading to my darkened world
No one to talk to
No one to tell of my unforgettable past
I want to yell the Rhyme of My Life
This book of ambiguous tales
From failing hands we throw
Forever break the chains from the woman i was forced to call mom
why because i hurt
I cry to express why I want to live with her but I don’t
The familiar pain in my chest
Keeping me from my nightly rest
The best of My Life is pain and Suffering
I’m always depressed
A smile may stop in to say hello every once in a while
The sun may be yellow
But to me everything seem so blue
about what is true
Im always crying mostly invisible tears
over the passing years
i wonder what a childhood with no pain in it is like
once again i fall to my knees and cry
My Life is like a jugglers balls
going in one great big circle
when will My Life reach its fate
Hating myself for the things I’ve done
I miss the fun in My Life
The sun comes up to re introduce me to hell
don’t know where i’ve failed
i want to bail from me
why so many tears over all these years
why have i twisted My Life for my peers
couldnt hide the tears behind a veil
i can’t rewind unless i have the faith to restart
can’t seem to find pride in anything
my writings isn’t something i hold close
i used to find pride in my mom
when exacerbations rise
she used to be the one by my side
where is she now
i feel lame in this insane world
the dying flowers
the long showers
im going crazy
with no one to save me
seeing myself in a psych ward
every step i take takes me further in my past
i cried this morning
the pride escaping My Life
from me i can not hide
i’d rather die than to live like this
as i hold this blade in my hand
i damn myself, i damn this world
in this part of My Life I’ve been driven insane
god why me
did i have to live this life
why must i continue to suffer
i tried but i cant go on
im done i can’t live this life
after all thses years
the Rhyme of My Life,
has put death in my eyes
in this world im not a man, endymion, a hero, a king
im not anything
i hear my mothers cries
listening to my sister screaming why
this is where i lie
this is where i die
i feel the heat of my new home
the sweat pouring from my dome
this is where i burn through eternity
and this is the INSANITY OF MY LIFE