In my dark times

I construct rhymes

of all the shit that i’m going through

My pen writes

Through this dim light

So my pain could come leaking through

How much damage can you put into your soul

Before all your screws start coming loose

Or before you’re burnt out like the wick on the bathroom candle

How much pain can your mind handle ?

Trying to keep a tiny piece of my sanity in tact

But it feels like a war protecting that

Nothing feels like how it felt before.

I’m at a all time low

Focusing on Mending my own soul

If not there are consequences

Hope the bounce back is strong

But who could ever know

In these times of uncertainty

I feel i’m at the point real life begins.

Finding out who i am

While taking everyone else’s shit in

Navigating through passages of sin.

Questioning if God can even hear me

But at the same time still thanking them

Sick of trusting in my heart’s cries

The things my mind tells me not to do

Had me believing in pieces of me i never even knew.

Writing through my deepest of mind states.

I guess I’m depressed.

So sick of trying not to show it

Catch me at Mariana’s depths