Date: 1-20-2018
True's p.o.v
I am everybody's fool,
it feels wrong to pretend to be cool.
Life is short, blah, who cares?
I'll never change unless a tragedy happens.
Repetitive endless misery, old bad habits
put me in a hole that I can't get out of.
I carry a cross until I graduate from the school
of hard knocks. Struggling with staying
wide awake, my smile is fake. The state
of the union is broken beyond repair.
What will it take for me to open
my eyes and know the error of
my ways? I hide behind my
pride, corpse bride. I crossover
to the dark side where I can't
decide between love or hate.
I reach my breaking point and
develop a guilty conscience.
Suicide awaits me on the other side
of the great divide. Suicide is never
the answer even if I don't have a
prayer left in me. Something is
always holding me back from going
over the edge. I acknowledge
this saving amazing divine grace
to be God's protection. Delicate,
God's love touches me before I
can embrace fate. God cares
enough to forgive me and
revive my dead soul. Without
correction, there is no room for
self improvement, change or growth.