Maybe one day

Sun, 11/08/2015 - 22:15 -- Angel51

i grew up in a place where it was do or die,

nothings changed and these bullets always flying

i cant help it, because theres no denying,

i will never forget these streets,

and thats what stresses me,

these dreams keep me up, 

and i never knew the "right direction"

family was around but we never had that real connection 

thats why i always question and second guessing myself

nothings changed,

i wake up every morning feeling so depressed

making everybody but myself happy 

everyday i felt like i had the weight of the world on my heart, so i always had pain 

inside my chest

im always doing my very best,

everything thats ever happened in my life is a huge load,

and im not sure on how to cope,

i was tired and i tried to commit suicide,

looking in the mirror looking for a reason why i shouldnt die,

 the walls were talking telling me i gotta go,

so i kept swallowing pills as i began to choke,

in hopes that this act would suppress my pain,

but instead all i did was feel shame,

my body was numb, 

i let everyone down trying to kill myself,

i couldnt even do that and i felt so dumb

i gotta remind myself every night,

people really love you A *(Angel)

how can you stop from fulfilling your fate!

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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