Never Alone
this is double dutch
you better catch up
are get stuck in the ropes
if you do, I hope you don't choke
I'm serious, life ain't no joke
my grandmother got mad
and dropped dead of a stroke
where would you be
if I had not spoke
if I had died, that night
on that bathroom floor
overdosin on a dose of
I can't take no more
praying to God, to take me
coz, I could't make me, feel better
the walls were gone
I had nothing to lean on
nothing to live for and didn't
want to live no more
feeling empty like, I have
nothing to give to this life
I might as well, slit my wrist
with a steak knife
knowing, that wasn't right
I didn't make life
I just live it, but I didn't
love it, Tried to get rid of it
like an aborted baby
life is the father, he ain't a
maybe, I screamed inside myself
loud enough for my heart to hear
with every beat, I started to get up
on my feet, it's true, life ain't
always sweet, sometimes it's bitter
I'm the evidence, been standing every since
never a quitter always a spiiter

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Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours. I can feel the anxiety and desperation as you wrote through this piece...But, towards the end, and at the end...I also feel your hope. 1 Love
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Wow. Your words speak volumes in this piece. So much sadness and sentiment, but perseverance in the end. I love t!
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