My father
Pink and White suit,
Suited and booted to the nines,
If I could have that 2.0 family I would
that stable family,
but thats a fantasy
Mine run between devils and death
No in between,
glimmers of hope reside,
only to be thrown away by Magic
I will always hide away
Find myself hiding
They killed you of course,
Its not a killing if God took you
You really must’ve been needed up there,
Your goodness.
I will always find myself running
from death,
down this tunnel of Light
Bright Light,
find myself turning, and find a huge snake
a Flood running after me,
Keep running, don’t turn back
Sleep and it appears in your dream
Glory from up above,
Sometimes I see heaven,
Many times i see Heaven,
I see things not from this world
They say I’m a healer,
I wait for the day, I am taken off this wrong path im on
Become right,
become sweet again
Become less cold
Because less of a glass shard, ready to cut at blisters
Leak out that poision
Become at one with you,
Just like you,
Be layed out stretched out on a bed
Stomach open,
Pain and suffering all evident
Jannati ,
I suffer from a condition that debilitates me
But noone takes notice
noone wants to talk about it
Stay silent they say,
Dont tell noone.
What a way to live,
Lying to people you love.
I have become a liar myself,
A liar,
tell myself I’m doing good,
Keep suffering through the heartache
But thats what we are good at
Being Woman.
I am a Woman and strong
And Father I pray I will meet you very soon