Negativity fuels my desire to give up.
It cuffs my ability to decipher right from wrong.
It prohibits my growth and stunts my existence.
Baffled at my turning point because blinders hide my weary soul.
We live to breathe n breathe to live.
Giving motion to this vessel that we borrow.
Hoping there is a light at the end of this dark tunnel.
Can redemption be my saving grace?
God look at my teary face.
Release me from this mental turmoil and restore balance to this lost soul.
By: PryncesSyndrome ©