Autobiography

Look to the sky,
And wish it all could be -
So easy
Pace through the grass,
And wish you could,
Love
A friend
Wander out in defeat
And realize I can,
Never love -
Again
I hate that I should,
Have,
To lament
Though life flows thick through my veins
My blood
Beats,
Through my heart
But it runs,
Shoking and cold
To the ends of my nerves
I have all the reason,
To live,
Yet I am faced,
By this
Unstoppable,
Ironic,
Crulety
Why can I, strive,
So hard
To be the best person, I can -
Be
And yet some horrific happening,
Always comes back,
To slap,
Stab,
Kick,
Spit,
In - my face
And the hand feels,
Of pain
And the pain of the blade is so - deep,
My mind swirls from,
What seems,
To be - LSD
And to be kicked,
So swift,
Hard,
And deep,
To feel my bones,
Break against the walls of my chest
Is the only way
That god,
Seems to allow me,
To live and feel
And the spit is alive,
With toxicants - of,
Haterd,
The sour dry taste
Of hatred,
As it slides down my throat,
It makes me wonder,
Why?
Why do we,
Try,
Try to be good,
Descent
And Honest
When others will only
Hate you for being,
Unique
Regardless of right or wrong,
Black or white
Up or down
And when dusk dawns
These,
Questions
Are all that spiral in my head
I wonder,
Why is it,
That I - can't
Wander the planes and be able
To love a friend
Wonder,
Why can't I realize that,
Defeat,
Is just the seed
To help me find
Love again