Its not away to cope at all basically I write about the deeper I fall. Falling into a place of doom with no exit in sight at all no room, no escape, no glimpse of light.
It's a cold dark place when you're all alone, fucked over by the ones who meant the most, with nothing but faint memories of what you once called you're life subjected last as every day goes by.
But in the end I pray for a rope, a rope to pull me out this oblivious hole, the hole thats consumed my soul and engulfed my life an evil place thats just not right.
But if my prayers aren't answered I my self can't handle such a disaster! The mystery of life is nothing one can predict so at all cost I try to hold onto my faith.
Its a hard task to do when all hope is gone, when it seems you have nothing to live for but for some reason you keep pushing on fourth, I don't understand why the lord has given me this task.
But as they say the good die young and don't have the best lives but thats just on this earth to prepare them for the grace of Heavens wonderful life.
As for the evil they continue to roam the earth because in the after life all the evil is doomed.
I've always tried to live a good life so if the lord takes me young I know I did things right. But in the end we all just wait in a line, for our final judgment of hell or paradise, awaiting to see if we lived life right and earned our place in the Lambs Book Of Life.
william ster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-thoughts-of-lost-hopes/
