- "What Are You Into" he asked -

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My mind wonders so much during the night
I scare myself past death, having to climb my way out of the depths of hell
Still feeling uneasy
I don't sleep,
I refuse to sleep, because of this dedication my father worries about my sanity
My delusions are becoming more violent
More realistic, manifesting more & more
Filled with compassion, love & dedication for me
Troubled by the incidents, he decided to become the sand man

Prayers
Fill my room with the whisper of urgency, desperation
That they may work someday
I don't like church
Never in my life have I ever layed eyes on a church & thought I would love
To be like those who wonder through & through
Lay their fears & failure at the alter
Worship a self righteous god ( bless his heart )
I don't like being told how my spiritual life should be
I don't like being told how my spiritual life shouldn't be
Faith for me is very hard to be believed in
Trust isn't used in many sentences I use, nor is their a definition for it in my vocabulary
I can imagine god ( bless his soul ) is very disappointed in me
My actions, my rebelliousness, my sin, my choices & my circumstance of today
He would have every right to be
No argument

You can catch me walking in the back roads of my house
If you wish to speak with me further
I exercise, constantly
As though my life depends on it
I hate my apparence
I applaud you, if you are comfortable as you are
As for me, I am not
I'd rather torture the problem
Then, cry about it
This is my way of releasing any control over myself it may/may not have
I refuse to give it power over me
Mentally, psychically