She thinks she's the only one in a lot of things. Praying to God, so he can break the chains,
That have held me for so long
and have drowned out my song.
The feels of not having no more life inside of me,
Sobbing so deeply,
Because I can't let go of what people did to me.
Somebody once wrote, “When I'm alone I think. When I think, I remember. When I remember, I feel pain. When I feel pain, I cry. When I cry, I can't stop!
Please don't leave me alone.” Which is my theme right now because
I don't feel like I deserve to sit by God on the Throne.
They think I'm crazy, when I tell them about my different journey's.
They put me on trial, without an attorney.
My past haunts me day in and day out.
The memories drain my happiness, like a deserts drought.
The only way to stop remembering is to think
because, I feel like I'm dirty so I wash it off in the sink.
All the while, I'm laughing and joking, playing around. But not too much. because I'm still bound. Inside. And feel like my access to happiness has been denied.