Highly Unstable

It's feeling like a numbness all over, I don't have a desire too eat, but I havn't lost da will to live, I sit confused in a sub contious state, too many things at once, too much on my plate.......I'm curious to know wats going on up der up stairs, my stare is as blank as the idea dat I have of wats going on, noone understands or knows wats wrong.....no time to stop and listen to another sad song as long as I'm living I'll keep going on.....I'm a worrior its in my blood to bleed, I can make it thru dis hell: hell I made it thru da streets......I walk wit and upbeat tempo rapidly going nowhere, wondering if the people closes to me realy even care, but I'm cool with it a fool with it nothing can get me down, am I front'n is it all an act?..... knaw I'm a fool but I won't clown.....I'm highly unstable in my thoughts and way, rimanising on all da way and things I've done to deserve this, da sh!t back in the day.....is that me or am I me.....who am I, I can't see.....my light is gone but I'm not dead......cold hearted thought dance around in my head stuck between two places, nor here nor there.....I'm ready to fight but it like I'm beating myself..... wheres a blunt when you need it.....a 40 a bud ice a shot of patron betta make dat twice.....fu(k it give me da bottle I don't need no ice, in my drunkinest I hallucinate; like a bad dream, come back ...stop..I want wat you stole from me, chasing after da beast I fall to my feet not able to run anymore ders nothing inside of me, I check to see how much of it was gone, blood gushing from wat use to be whole, da lord giveth so does he take it way, but ur not da lord so how could you take it away, I'm highly unstable cause it's realy not gone it was a dream or was it, my moral is torn, I believe but I don't.... have faith but I won't.....in da name of Jesus I pray and I pray but my eyes or wide shut and close then der open im saying many thing but no words or spoken.....who am i where am i  to much on my plate, I'm highly unstable in a sub consious state........

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This poem gave me chill's and might give me a nightmare....Great imagery. Not allot of people would get that
"my light is gone but I'm not dead......cold hearted thought dance around in my head stuck between two places, nor here nor there.....I'm ready to fight but it like I'm beating myself..... "

When all you have is fucked up its like you dont give a f**k anymore , drinkinking or smoking a blunt help ypu forget about what was taking from you. I hope you find your own light one day my new friend : ) . Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem , you hit it out of the park with this one.