Okay I know it's A bit long (because It's gonna get recorded)
But please take the time to read it I really want some feed
on this piece. -SyaNidal
Better Left Alone
Written By:SyaNidal
I feel so left out, no one even bothers to speak with me,
I'm weakning, as my mind and body collapse equally,
I Have No reason to be here, I'm better off left alone,
In My own Home, by the lake-and across the stepping stones,
Back to where I started, Laying prone-on the floor,
Trying to imagine for myself, what the lord has instore,
I sweat from my pores, as I sit and wonder, what happens next,
My Imagination has left me vexxed-like I crashed and wrecked,
And Then I see a cloud, it rolls by so quick and swift,
As if it has something to look forward to-and then it drips,
Drops of water hit the ground, quietly but making sounds,
The drip-drop of the rain, so calm and yet so loud,
As it flutters to it's end-It's deathbed a puddle is found,
Another drip is drowned, as ripples form all Around,
-In swimming pools, and then a sudden shake, and a boom,
Lightning strikes, thunder rolls-and the storm exits the room,
Sometimes I cry, realizing I could be there in the light,
there in the fight-against hat eof every type,
racism-terrorism, I could be there jsut to help,
and then I realize-It's jsut me the dark and my self,
Thinking of the future, and what may become of me,
I barely have time to breath-Or even sleep,
My Heads full of thoughts, No one loves me or ever cares,
Dropped out in 9th Grade, That's why my wallet is Bare,
Highschool wasn't my thing, maybe cause I had no friends,
I Could barely make ends meet, let alone meet ends,
Had no where to go, Parents died when I was young,
Had so much to overcome-and my lif ehad just begun,
Now you see why I'm so selfish, friendless and by myself,
Living without wealth, as I decay and deny good health,
I'm useless to this earth, probably better off in a hearse,
No, I'm wrong theres something worse, the pain sinks in it hurts,
Cause', I'm better off being dead, than having no one who cares,
No one who loves to stare, or notices what I wear,
So I kneel silently in prayer, just before I ascend the stairs,
-of heaven, and the gifts I bare are none.
cauz I'm just a second to done.
Sometimes I cry, realizing I could be there in the light,
there in the fight-against hat eof every type,
racism-terrorism, I could be there jsut to help,
and then I realize-It's jsut me the dark and my self,
Even the doctors think, that I'm a waste of space and time,
This is why I copy lines, as I race to paste these rhymes,
and images of Mine-in the minds of the youth, to drop the Nines,
Hit the books and stop the crimes-Don't try and swap your lives,
Always look to the skies, and Never drop your head in Shame,
Dreams of Fame-Keep at it, be original instead of plain,
Resist the Pain, Try and keep yourself-and everyone else positive,
I don't even wanna be my own friend, I take Lots of Shit,
So don't make my mistakes-Keep you self in Shape,
And Just open the gates, Keep the love and Melt the Hate,
I was walking down the street when I first Realized,
How much I despised, Normal people-the look in there Eyes,
And that's when I dropped my life, and Stopped thinkin of Wives,
No Future Ladies and Why?, Cause I'm best UnKnown,
First time I met one Grown-A Person with no Home,
Is when I knew that on my own, I wus better off Alone.
Sometimes I cry, realizing I could be there in the light,
there in the fight-against hat eof every type,
racism-terrorism, I could be there jsut to help,
and then I realize-It's jsut me the dark and my self.
