Dark Matter

its been awhile since I wrote i've been "slacking" so i pushed myself to write a poem so get back into the groove of things. This is just somethings that i've been thinking, and over all emotions.

Dark Matter

Senses of reality, a formation created out from an anomaly .

For people to fall and to thrive I fail to understand why i am so full of pride?

Why do I tend to cry when there nothing for me to go by?

I try and i try but nothing can seem to go right

For what  reason I am alive when i’m going to die?

I am silenced from my own ambitions trying to carve a path to form a salvation

I lie to myself that I am okay putting on a mask throughout my days

I sit there and question reality when I should be questioning my own sanity

Christianity annoys me, forcing me to go against my ideology

Happy by day, pain at night, I tend to wonder if I am going to win the fight…..

With myself…...

I dealt with loss, Dealt with pain what I need to do is walk through the rain

Looking up at the sky and feeling at lost, hoping that God can hear my thoughts.

Finding love, losing a heart, wanting to find someone before I fall apart.

Seeing what i see and hearing what I hear, I think though the days when i didn't really care

Meaning of life is overrated for people who don't know their own placement

I want to create a story and a book for people to look…..

At themselves…..

I recreate the past that i never had to live though fantasies that could forever last

To understand myself within me, I will fight for myself to be free.

Author's Note

Its been awhile so ANYTHING you want to say is welcomed and I will learn from it