31 December 2012
I write poems to stay alive Cuz all I live for Is a lie I keep crying for Help I need an angel. I write letters to unfamiliar angels Just hoping one day I'll get an answer
I scribbled down my feelings and emotions On a A4 About a page full But then the postman said They don't deliver to heaven It was painful. From that moment i realized reality Will always get inbetween a mans desire. And only a fool would believe in santa Cuz no man will give stuff and Not expect nothing back.
I write poems while trying to get to sleep But all i have is empty spaces And sleepless nights So i write my thoughts and feelings On a fone people will steal and some kill for So would i be the lucky one? Or unlucky one ?
A clever man will tell you that money Is the ruth of all evil but but A wise man will tell you that money was created by people and people say "money can't buy you happiness" but it helps.
Everyone wants to live the life Fly high But get back to reality and buzz in It knocks you out of that nice dream.
Coming home to two broke hearts and a little sister who thinks Everything can be fixed with a prayer At least she still has faith. I keep on writing hoping God will one day pick It up Cuz I've been missing pieces of my life I don't know which one But I know is missing.
Turning 15 and finding out life aint what you expected It to be I need to exit this I need my guarding angel.
Mental depression , Am I thinking It or am I experiencing It? To be or not be ? Is an irrelevant question So therefore I guess I am. The world is my classroom and they putting me in detention Around me I see all white but when I see me All i see is black Is this why am an outcast?
Mum says "suck It up and grow up" and i reply with a smily face I don't wanna say much Cuz words won't come out I feel a lump in my throat i need to burst it out But before I said a word she backed out So all the words turned into tears.
I 1s got an answer from an angel In my sleep The angel never preached to me none of the unbeliever shit but told me to Have the right state of mind and everything around me will Fall into place and like a Jigsaw puzzle i will find my place. Woke up and realized It was all a dream And that I'll never get my letters Beyond the sky So I'll keep writing until they fly high.
Letter To An Angel • Opuss № I