My Thoughts

Sitting in hell
My ink begins to bleed Pain joy strength desperation and victory
No one understanding me
50 thousand problems but I can't seem to solve them
Words I speak mean nothing to any other human alive
All I do Is strive for us to do better
Can't do anything but cry
Wondering what's wrong with me asking God why
Why am I stuck in the mud
Blood gushing out my eyes
Nothing is right no matter what happens or what it is
My thoughts are crucial I am so weak
What is my mission
I need help but do not know where to begin
I really need him, why does he not understand me

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