On weekends, I stay up later than usual.
I think about all of the people I was rude to.
I think of the hearts that were broken because of me.
I see how my soul was mean and ugly.
Some days I want to walk away from this flesh.
Some days I want to cut myself, and see myself in a mess.
I want to drown in that mess, and see myself become less.
Sometimes I want to walk away, but other days I say, I can resolve these issues.
I write poetry and express openly.
I use the world as my therapist.
I have my reasoning and logic.
I am no longer on medicine, nothing is influencing my thought patterns.
Some days I take life seriously, other days I take life, minimalistic-cally.
I preach my ministry, I preach my philosophy.
They tried to ruin my soul and break my mold.
But I am stronger and you can not take what God holds.
Yeah you can keep a tab on me, watch me and try to control me, but you will not manipulate me.
Trick me, or lie to me.
I know what I am,
And you will not win.
