YOU. THE AGONY AND..WHATS LEFT OF ME.

Your words mean nothing.
always tormenting and pretending you're so loving.
killing me slow as the days grow longer . The good in me fading as the pains growing stronger.
Welcoming death though I fear for my daughter. Faith seems so distant as my chances get smaller.. I refuse to pray it just looks as though no one can help me . No one but her but it's her that's the end of me.

Suicidal Thoughts

I sit and think of how things are,

I think of how they've been.

I can't help but to realize that,

at life no one can win.

I try to cope and carry on with the misery within.

Thinking things will change someday

and yet they stay the same.

I say some prayers and write these rhymes,

to try and ease the pain.

Living life while wanting death and hoping for gunshots.

Sometimes I sit and think of life and suicidal thoughts.

Yes it's true I get these thoughts,

some homicidal too,

I feel this way and get these thoughts from pain that's caused by you...

Cold Outside

The world is cold, no compassion.

What is left for me to hold on to?

Living life day by day, 

but why should I go on?

To want someone to need me,

is that so wrong?

I'm still a young man,

but the years have been so long.

My soul is exhausted,

my strength is almost gone.

I've sinned and been repaid

with misery and pain.

I have a rage inside that I can barely contain.

God send me a solution,

so that I can still maintain.

Life (written behind bars in 2005)

I live a life of trial and tribulation,

I chose this path of pain and revelation.

I always thought I'd live my life with no regret,

but now I've come to find that with temptation comes lament.

My present life is filled with worry and bad news,

filled with foolish pride, tattooed tears,

and grown men with corrupt views.

Cold & Corrupt

Predictions of the past have now come to pass.

Taken for granted and thrown just like trash.

Promises, hearts, loves have indeed,

been destroyed and abandoned through emotional greed.

I wish I could say I remember good times

before all the hatred, betrayal and lies.

Constantly yearning to be loved and accepted,

yet always being hurt, deprived or neglected.

People always want to be loved and be trusted,

but never take notice of how they neglect it.

I feel like dying, sometimes I might say.

Life's pleasures and treasures I feel melting away.

Missing good times, I never could have,

My feelings of sadness are masked by my laugh.

The love I possess is real but untouched,

because of a world that's cold and corrupt.

A Word 4 The Righteous

The 2-faced exist in every crowd,

Hating on someone when they're not around.

Disguised as a friend, seldom with fail,

Leaving jealousy, lies, games and betrayal.

Difficult at times to discern from the rest, 

even the sharpest can be fooled and decieved,

exploiting resentments, your views or your greed.

The wise will take note, and stay on your toes.

Cause weather it shines, it rains, or it snows,

there is a treacherous "friend" that everyone knows. 

Keep it Real

Constantly planning, and figuring out what to do.

Striving to change and make it through.

It's hard to be humble and keep a cool head,

when fools want to test and then wind up dead.

People don't listen and learn from mistakes,

they believe in bravado,

they lie and they fake.

One thing i'm sure of and will always be true:

The last laugh belongs to the one who's ahead,

and the fake always lose to the real in the end.