I am barely breathing, slowly dying,
what is the purpose of life?
Why am I trying?
I look out my window and see no opportunities. My vision is blurry; what are the possibilities?
Society is bleeding me; negativity feeds me; if this is my diet, I am not eating healthy.
I try to meditate for peace on the scripture, remove the old, and paint the new picture.
I wish I could run away like Forrest Gump, standing on the cliff's edge, ready to jump.
This world is like an anchor weighing me down, I want to fly free, but I can't leave the ground.
My voice inside is screaming, "Free me now." like Verizon, can you hear me now?
I don't drink liquor, but I feel intoxicated, drunk on the world, and so..frustrated.
My anger is a missile ready to explode where it's aiming at; you better watch out below.
My life keeps flashing like a warning hazard, burning out of control like glass; it's fragile.
Ready to break, don't push, don't make me show a little love, don't violate me,
I'm fractured.
©soulreal
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