Would it all end if I jumped off a bridge, would things remain the same if I kept living, I'm trying to make it out this maze alive, Life is hard every day, jobs are rare to come by, and peace is out of reach, feeling frustrated, reacting out of misplaced hatred, before transformation comes patience. I gotta do some soul maintenance, everyday flying a sign just to survive, People act like I don't exist, passing by in their whips, talking shit, . I'm not insane in the brain, But mentally I'm in a bad place, I try to smile to hide the pain in my face. Every day when I wake, I feel the weight of the struggle, eye put my best foot forward, trying hard, applying for 9 to 5's, just for employers to ignore me, time is passing by, I'm living in hell, while others are living their best life.... As a poet I strive to speak my mind, I'm a living spoken word,
but my voice feels...