this is where I finally realize I might not make it
years piled upon years I stood strong with no guidancenot even a lowered shoulder to lean onbroken but sturdy enoughwalking infinite miles carrying the weight of falling feelings and suppressed fearsbut I am who I amnever scared to losefamiliar with being beatenI out witted my own common sense hoping to hide the truths from myselfso the simple things in life I could enjoyfor years I never cried except funerals I suppose out of the drummed up feelings of feeling that this is how you let the world know you cared for thosemultiple years I sat in my room with my eyes closed hoping for sleepthe rambling of thoughts forcing my eyes to peekI think more of death than of any other consequence of lifespoke my mind tired of what weakness portrays of niceI wonder for all the love I've given or expressed out loud really meant anythingto my other than, a blank emotions covered with a catchy four letter word easy to coat random suggestions inside of meI'm trapped in this lifeless world afraid to move outwondering if there is really enough space to carry my every wish without failI've been there beforenow a days my knees rarely ever touch the floor I don't close my eyes to prayI do it in the mirror because I hope to see my God in meand hope the evil doesn't completely have all of me...