~Futile~
In my mind I can picture my future – clear and plain. And the thought of it drives me just a bit insane.
So I ponder and I tarry - in this empty, dirty place. And I wonder, when I sleep; about this futile race…that I am in.
Where and how did it begin? And how and when will it end? And what of my sins?
I’ve prayed to my God who’s looking down with such empathy on me.
And I wonder, what is it that he sees?
I have Angels who are fighting fights for me.
Don’t you see the fix I’m in? Trapped within his grievous sin?
Hell bound at this current rate and dying in my solemn state. Lacking any sympathy and empathy from fellow members~
I’m feeling tired; looking rough. What is so wrong with my soul?
I guess that’s why I feel so used; Or perhaps just a bit confused. I want to be loved. I want to live. Yet some things I just can’t forgive and forget. I can’t just take a pill and drift away; There’s just one thing that’s stopping me…..
My little one is my hope….. With love, grace and faith – and lots HOPE.
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When you're BAD (and we really know it)
you have to sit in the BAD chair (Even though you don't want to)
just like everyone else!! (RULES are RULES)
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