Why is the world
Why is it
to breathe sometimes?
Yesterday seems like
a minute ago
a million miles away.
All of these
fill up my eyes
I can’t see.
Fill up my chest
the weight becomes
Why can’t I find
to put these things?
Why do my emotions
I used to be able
to release it
to vent it.
But that became
it was killing
Poisoning my body.
Now what am
I supposed to do?
Is God listening?
Does he hear my cries?
Does he feel my pain?
Can he hear when I laugh?
I know what you’d say.
He always hears.
He always listens.
Now I just
need to listen for him.
Love you grandma ❤
Placing words into what you feel
Cause the layers of your core to peel
Whether it’s Anger that distraughts you
or Confusion that betrays you
It’s Anxiety that simmers within
The good angel seems to never win
It’s the Sadness that overwhelms for no reason
and Loneliness seems to be it’s closest cousin
Sometimes all of these things that are unseen
Seep out of the pores altogether, making it Mean
A scene never meant to be seen
The only Context that gives it most Meaning
Is putting the text on paper, so Rich, so Gleaming
It does its part to soothe the Heart
and transforms it intrinsically into Art.
It takes your inner bag of shit
and becomes the Number One Smash Hit.
Or you can keep it to yourself in private
To make your journal utterly vibrant
No way is Right, no way is Wrong
As long as you make it sing like a Song.