Listen to My Pen

Eyes full of tears complaining about the hand I was dealt,
I feel like the dealer did not care how I felt.
Being young people try to convince me it will get better,
So with this painful pen, I will write pain a letter.
I’m going out of my mind,
Needing to focus on one thing instead of trying to juggle five.
Not fearing death as much as I fear chance,
If I don’t get a grip this could be my last chance.
So many people say they love you,
But when the agony sets in and your all alone what will those who love you do?
Praying my soul gets saved,
I’m losing my grip on this road my father paved.
God I miss my father,
I couldn’t tell you how bad I would like to hug my mother.
I’m losing my balance and cant keep going on,
I’m suppose to get a grip right? I need to hold on.
When fear takes over you seek comfort and the idea someone will be there,
Yet I feel the fear rising without the comfort and no one is here!
What is the remedy to the pain we endure,
Do I still have to suffer even if my heart is pure.
Tears have trouble falling because I refuse to let them appear,
So far gone, yet my past, I still feel it near.
Will my mother be proud, did she have to go,
Lord why couldn’t my father see me grow?