I don't pray enough,
Maybe I would be in the light.
If I spoke my heart to the heavens,
Maybe I wouldn't have lost myself.
In the mist, in the dark,
Hand of God,
I need.
In these nights when I can't feel my soul,
My heart beats with the devil's smile,
I see him in a corner,
Plotting my fate.
Little bits of hate,
I carry on my back,
For myself.
Why do I have to be this way?
I need an angel,
To walk with me.
Tell me everything will be okay,
On the days I-
Keep my eye in the sky,
And think that's where I'm going.
Hope it won't be soon.
I feel guilty they will miss me,
Some won't, because they never saw me.
Overthinking through the night,
They try to read my mind,
All they find is a lost soul,
Blind in the darkness.
God I need your light,
Show me the way,
Show me what's right.
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THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
