Memories

I wrote this due to staying up one night and thinking about my past and the world today. How everything could be a change but, everyone wants to be like someone else.

Looking for my memories but they are starting to fade. It is like trying to shine bright without no light. Crying through the night just because everything doesn't seem right. Fear is my friend. It shows me that I am close to my end. That even the one's that are truly your friends can pretend. Life is short. Everyday I am fighting as if I am in court. No I am not pleading the fifth. Some things are miracles and some are myths. I am not a blacksmith or goldsmith. I can't guaranteed you treasures or pleasures. To be honest I don't know who I am. I am lost of my past and future. I can not determine what comes tomorrow. For I only live for today. So I continue to pray. That god show me the way. Some hate what I say, but I am praying to see another day. Beef out in these streets. Shootings going on like meet and greets. It is like shoppin at SHEETZ, everybody is getting a taste of somebodies treat. Bitter or sweet. Everybody is going to get caught in the streets and is going to have to end up in the seat and have to cheat to get out of the heat. It is not fair. That some people had to bare that some of their family died in pair. While having to stare in tears because this was far more than a nightmare. It is like running a race to get away from a case that you cannot face so your being chase back to your staircase. I know I am scared because the people that cared had declared that life is to short and I am not prepared. To be honest I don't understand why one person should rule the land when that was not what was planned. What am I doing differently than that man in is high chair? Donald Trump doesn't care. He is just like a brown bear that could sit and glare. Afraid to share that he had prayers. I don't know who I am. So I would be damn if people thought this was a scam to get a like wouhen really truly I am trying to go on strike. I look to my past and see a disgrace. Always thought I was a misplace. A mistake that couldn't be erase. I stay up these nights and look to the stars. I think about all those people behind bars and all those broken scars. I swear every now and then I see cars. What comes of my future? It is coming much sooner than I thought. Some days I wish I just got shot. Because now and days it just feel like I am just being bought. Stuff ain't the same. It is such a shame that people really think that this a game. So who am I to be blame to disclaim my last name? People don't know who I am no more. So I just sit back and let the rain pour. What is love? Is it something I should get rid of? I been in love with the same girl for years. That one of my biggest fears is that I would break down in tears if I ever got her back in any year. I try to move on but it is not the same. This girl is my life and it would be perfect if I could take her as a wife. But I was told true love is fake. So it break my heart knowing that she won't be there when I wake. I asked for prayer for my younger sister because it felt like I had a blister when truly I just missed her. People are scared to admit to their wrong behavior. When all they have to do is ask the savior to make them of something greater. I am out of words. That I am trying to chase my thoughts like birds. So I am going to say goodnight. While I go dream of being a brave knight because it was not easy typing this when all your trying to do is be right. So I turn off my light because this is my Goodnight..