Caricamento in corso...

raindrops

To whom it may concern

As I’m walking through this rain storm  watching the dark thunder clouds roll in, my life is flashin before me just like the lighting thats forming,
The rippleing roar of the crackling sound that the lighting leaves behind as it hits the ground, Its deafening echoes I hear cover my body in fear,
As I look over yawnder through a field i can a family dear racing towards me trembling as their blood is pumping thru their veins quickly running from the fear that suddenly rushed over me, becoming overwhelming, making my heart pound was hard to breath, like the air was getting sucked out of me.
Knocking me down to a knee fighting the urge to stand back up an to find the courage  to stop this block that’s integrated its way to my brain do to this remarkable sound of how the raindrops drop,
I must take my life as like a little raindrop, cause they never seem to fall in the same spot.
just gottt find stance an figure a way back to reality,
Cause this life is what you make its not a tragedy u must stand up an take it,  keep fighting for what u want cause in the end, you’ll only have what you got......
Ur only letting the ones you love down, longer you lie an Bullshit ur way around town ur only breaking urself more down, fight stay positive learn how to embrass ur thoughts let them come back an slowly fill in the missing spots, from the drugs you’ve done an let rott.
Forcsing myself to pick up a pen trying to spit out a rhythm or a rhyme an feel the power within as this ink is slowly seeping out its causeing me to scream where my lungs want to give to fall out, Its hard to fill these damaged  voids that have been empty for a long while, from not being able to see my lil boy watching him grow up and play with his toys with all the other little boys, the stress that she cause’s by criticizing my every little flaws,
while she’s out doing the same thing breaking even more laws, can’t she see that its sending me back down in a spiral making me go in a viral vortex hole, These drugs they have a strong hold over me but every moment there not with me I start to uncover my soul my sanity to be able to over come that power they once had over me, so now I can be every little bit of the man my son needs an wants to see me be....

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This was just a lil piece of some notes I had written down, an I came across them this moring, I had forgotten about even jotting notes down , not bad coming frok less than two sentences,..

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