God or No God

When I say "F**k it"... it's like, the equivalent of Nike's "Just do it".

I'm barely living,
Trying to find my identity in this social prison.
Looking for a calling,
But my phone isn't f*****g ringing-
No call backs from job searches-
Guess my best didn't catch their attention.
F**K IT. I'm in need of some divine intervention,
My friends ask me what's wrong-
But some things I'd rather not mention.
I'm paranoid. No s**t, so I'm venting to a rhythm-
Cause when a person hears what's on my mind,
They seem to slip further away.
And I can't afford counseling,
So I'll just show you for free in this poetic display.
It's like- everyday, I'm fighting to better myself.
I've made little strides in my physical and mental health-
But I'm desperate for wealth as well as for some affection.
I'm about to start ripping hearts out of people and start a collection.
The more I analyze myself, the more I'm sickened by my dissections-
The more I flip out when I can't make the proper corrections.
Mama tried to tell me to leave everything in God's hands-
But why does it feel like he dropped the ball on this man?
So many questions and with this lack of answers,
Seems like I gotta drag my own problems and matters!
Looks like I've got to execute my own factors!
WELP, I'll be waiting for the next announcement for the Rapture!
But till the end, I'm gonna learn to mend these fractures!
F**K IT!

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

aw, little REn, don't worry things will flow. I relate a lot. But whatever you do, don't go into the psychology-psychiatry department. They analyze you like a chicken on fever. :P So, just keep at it. Pace away from the wrong people. The right ones will come, :D, mishel