Calling God

I had a lot in my head lately,

I thought I was dead with poetry

the monster in me, I thought died, I yelled, Beacon Hill are you in there,

Beacon Hill can you hear me Beacon Hill, I'm crying

come out already quit playing I'm done with hide and seeking

please come out of me,

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please Jesus find me in my darkest hours

when I don't believe in my heart, just my stress to carry me on,

My Poetry was like archery when it went, I couldn't see the end but,

when it stopped I hit the end and, I cant defend,

I think of this everyday like hear me plea already

I'm not Dovahkiin cant be that hero everyone wants,

I am no dunce

I cant find my brain I lost Yesterday,

Its yay tall and can rhyme if you find it, send it back to me this time,

I’m so Sorry I'm crying but, listen if I cant do this I'm better off dying,

I'm nothing inside without this I'm not proud of this writing,

ill burn this when done telling

I'm trying to let you know because, praying isn't helping, yes I'm a disability

Not a disappointment trying to  show it this time.

if i don't know it so, go find it, I cant Rhyme it in my mind at this moment like Katniss Everdeen,

I'm broken without my bow inside, I'm choking on my Stress, I'm always restless thinking,

I...

I cant do this I'm sorry for this, My Poetry speaks peace but, feels like you want to tear me,

I am no man, Kid I am I say damn, try not but I still am, a little Bleep,

full of Sheep walking deep in the shadows wondering, if I ever will sleep,

I'm up and down in a dream world, looking for someone to come Calling me,

Pick up the Phone God, Are you Scared you gave me this? your just gonna leave me like this,

Broken don't know where to go. Bull shit I'm no devil, don't treat like one of his Disciples

I am yours Forever but, whats forever all I know at my Death I will turn to dust.

is That It Give me a Sign God, that I'm wrong please Jesus,

Take the sin off of me,

a little stumble wont Detour me, a Little Fire wont stop me,

I fall into a story

where I need to fight for myself, its all good,

my poetry stays true to the target and,

its Aiming at you, you said It all starts with the cross. is that false, I love you

but

I cant be taken to be a dunce, I'm done being a rug stepped on, rubbed on for the last time,

I'm not a loss, I might be weird,

once Einstein was quoted to be not understood

so, you decide with this rhyme

if I am weird or not understood.