Date: 5-18-27
Young ambitious overachiever,
a newborn believer, a giver of
life and strife. Karma, a deceiver
of many, a bearer of bad sad news,
a really sharp knife in my back. The
tears of an angel create waterfalls in which flood
my city streets. Dear whoever, fairytales don't
exist at all so just let grace fall from the sky.
Circumstances shake and break my faith. Finally
wide awake, my corpse bride, my pride sleeps underneath
the ground. A twisted dream, a new direction for my life.
I sit on the sidelines instead on top of the world. Weighed
down by false hope, I live without a purpose. I shut off the
lights and welcome in the white noise. Life in the real world is
a circus. Where is common sense in all of this hot mess? Where
is Jesus when I need him the most? We collide and my heart bleeds
crimson in your garden. Even though I am a dark rose, you
consider me to be a very important special person. I am a
huge burden on you. My lifework is vanity. I don't deserve
your pity or generosity. Maybe I will find serenity in heaven.
Lord, please forgive me if I decide to commit suicide.
Will you care enough to crossover the great divide to be near me?
Will you care enough to ride out the next tide with me? You gave me
your word. You promised to always stay true and give me a world of solitude.
Nevertheless, tomorrow comes again and I am not in pain anymore. I remember
my blessings and cherish every single breath. Sounds of celebration fill the atmosphere
and sorrow disappears for good. I am your little bundle of joy. You look forward to seeing
my face everyday. I stay around throughout the night because I know that you love me and need me. I race
against time to save your life. We are one big silly happy family. You are my best friend. I embrace you
and our community wholeheartedly. I can't leave you behind to grieve over my absence.