68. Barely Breathing

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Night time brings the owls to tears,
Further exploring lifelines through dreams and fears,
Hoping someone would get something out of nothing earned,
Saying hello to a world of getting nothing in return,
I'm learning to accept forgiveness from God and embrace humility,
That only comes from one circumstance of broad statements of humbility,
I'm learning to forgive myself for the fornications of my body,
Not every man likes me just cause they call me a hottie,
The single world is indescribable,
From high to low my emotions flow,
I start my day off in piles of tears,
My anxiety kicks in because of fears,
Worried if I'll be even lonelier in future years,
Feel like just giving money away cause there's no value in playing dress up with new costumes and things of such,
Jewelry only makes me feel good when I have somebody to wear it for,
I will be unhappy forever more,
Ever wake up to find you're barely breathing all the time,
Sitting in one spot in one room on the floor sinning by yourself,
I guess you're doing bad without somebody else,
If if you give a care who even cares,
You would be more lively and aware,
But your constantly looking for validation and affection making yourself look more stupid than political elections full of cows running for president and donkeys running for congressmen,
You live in a shadow,
A world unknown to the rest of the planet,
Refusing to take a chance and live because every time you try to do so, you fuck up,
That's why you take temporary happiness and nut up,
All over someone new someone else,
Everyone is a rebound to your rebound which was a rebound to who you cared about,
And at the end of the day you still pray God cleans him up for you,
So he can come back to you with a clean and clear heart and a body just as defiled as your own,
And hand you back the dignity and respect he stole that made you feel this alone,
You are not alone even though there's nobody around,
You live in a selfish world filled with boys who are clowns,
You live under the shadows of a dangerous death submitted to take place and you feel it yes,
Keep fucking around on these dating websites and now craigslist types,
End up bumping into a killer with an imagination you'd think is darker than lucifer himself,
God tries to warn you even amongst your tears and closed ears,
Do you really have to get yourself into a position where to do is begging for your life and nothing else,
There's nothing else left anyways,
You don't have the right to take your life or even fantasize about those upcoming fable days,
The Lord is begging you to learn his ways,
Quit messing with these men who you only are attracted to because of the differences,
Since he's white and the ex was black that made you forget about the past two years, all of that,
That's not fare cause one day God will send someone who really loves you but you'd be too tied on the reason why you care is cause of the color of his skin he'd be too hurt to even push a future,
It will be just another encounter,
Just like you're used to,
You don't like em but it will take some getting used to,
Cause getting "used" is your middle name,
Soon to be the true meaning of girlfriend for all married men who want a new mistress,
Number three it will be and I dare you to get pregnant,
You'll end up with a beautiful ass baby hidden in secret,
Swallowed up by wedlock and web blocks,
Parent controls on every piece of technology in your two bedroom apartment because of the fear of exposing the Devils voice to her beautiful young ears,
Every time she asks about who her father is you'll shed tears,
Great grief and heartache because it is too late to replace every nonchalant void into the hands of God,
Mans voices are too pure at heart to believe the lies of those called to be close to God,
Forever miserable and forever taken advantage of,
Forever flaunted with complements but never rings of commitments,
Forever having him from 10 pm to 2 am then he goes back home to his wife and kids,
Forever in a puddle of tears trying to convince someone who has already forgiven you of the things you really wish you would have never did,
Forever out of touch and floating around in darkness,
Most of the time I feel like I am barely even breathing.

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