Exist

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Exist

I don’t ever say this, or am never able
So I’ll do this now, and lay this on the table
Yes, I believe in God and no, I don’t pray
I live my life for Him and never will that change

Mistakes are meant to be made
It’s not about the mistakes that you make
But the knowledge that you’re willing to take
Enemies that are real you must be willing to face

And the so called friends that in reality are fake
I took life for granted each day to day
Death stared me in the face and was a fingers length away
But I thought about things and I decided to stay
Felt as if I only existed for someone else’s amusement
That’s when I became a nuisance
Though I wasn’t completely ruined
I just didn’t know what I was doing
Give me a moment to explain my pain
Pain is, seeing your best friend in the ground
Pain is, the last 4 months of your mothers life and not being around
Pain is, seeing yourself go deaf from listening to a silent sound
Forcing my head under in an ocean of guilt and emotion
In the race against time, I barely got out the gate
From the plate of life, I didn’t even get a taste
I just wanted to leave instead of being seen to grieve
That’s how I had my mind set though it wasn’t my time yet
I couldn’t stand to see becoming something nobody wants to be
Not that my life was horrible it just wasn’t what I wanted it to be
I guess it was just me, I agree with Tupac, I was cursed from birth
Felt like I went from the cradle to the grave being surrounded by dirt
My brother is killing himself, couldn’t stand to see him hurt
While I was running from myself, he is running from a cell
Like the bottom of my shoe, my soul’s a foot closer to Hell
Since nothing I can do can make him get help
This made me realize there is hope in my eyes
And now I kiss the sky the way I keep my chin up
I feel His power in my stomach, it’s an ache like a sit up
If you know someone in a struggle, even if it aint you
Give them support, and tell them Thank You

This all helped me to realize
For so many years I had myself hypnotized
If my reason for existence is something else, it’s purpose was missed
No matter what my fit be, I know I still exist

 

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

Onest’s Poems (22)

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Gone 0
Boogeyman 0
The Escape PT1 0
Disconnected 0
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Welcome to Hell 1
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Dion 0
Drinkin 1
Brother 0
Bye 0
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