My life style is messed up. I'm stuck in this game, My life compared to yours could never be the same. I just want out! Life these days seems like it matters if your broke or upon life with your pockets fat. I just want to feel good and happy. But at this point I don't feel at all. I'll ever reach that. To reach that I have to let go and let God. It would help if I had a strong back bone.
My life style is messed up for my back bone was heart of stone. Who always left me standing alone. Hes not the only one. So I can't blame him. I'm just playing the cards as I was delt. I just wish maybe sometimes people could see how I really feel. I don't express my feelings to people. You see so I put my words on paper for you to read. I hope the words I write may help someone in there life to let them see I have a good heart. Although my life style isn't right. I have always been there for people in need and I was once told I have to good of a heart to be in this game. So why am I here in missery? I can only ask God. But I don't even do that for I know theres a reason. Just like theres a reason for the seasons. I just sit back back and pray to God that one day I may escape this cage. Escape with my heart. A tru heart instead of a pistol of rage. For that would not be me. The real me who I am about, What I stand for. I pray to you God to keep my head strong and my heart stout. For all this pain will show what I'm really about. I wonder if I will ever finished the game? But I feel the answer to that is NO. Beacuse all that I have ever had is not here
