Forged Words

Aight i take flight, but dont know why, I must fight cause i got told i gotta try, and defy the odd feeling, the one coming off seeming like dreaming might not be the best option to choose, so im living in this reality facing it daily too, ita be a cold one at times but for a better view when connecting a perspective to all of you, would be a good way to seal within my life a bit of hope or something thats straight up dope, cause there were times i was tying a rope around a tree, looking at a blade wanting to kill me, but i didnt, simply couldnt, i wouldnt, wanna be the one too cause another saddened tragedy, so life im glad to see, that i got something worth to hold onto, as i fight through, whats trying to undo, the man i am or the one im trying to be life, its different to what i expected it to be as a kid growing up, i was neglecting what i was i meant to be chasing to have fun, so money i got none... ik i aint the smartest, but life please dont laugh at this, face that i gotta see daily in the mirror, its a face that reminds me to shimmer, my light shines but dimmer, every time cause its one that i struggle to accept, i got errors, that havent left my mind, im still bleeding from my wounds that i thought had healed, but for me failings are sealed within my story, ive struggled to only have to struggle some more, no glory, im not perfect but im sure G, ill deserve to be if my life does choose to change to a better outcome... no expectations, just unfortunate moments, no congratulations, just more oppenents, that i gotta face, i guess you could say im competeing while inside a human race, becoming another number, tho at times, theres thunder when thinking about rhymes, raps, and comiting crimes, as well as not giving a crap, about lines, written or said about me, i think im going crazy, letting things get the best of me, im searching for a brave me, but its another test ill have to see, come and go, i aint succeding, still bleeding, still needing, help, aint getting any, any time soon, so my life is one trapped in a small room, one that smiles at the moon, but gets burnt by the sun... loving the dark side of things but getting hurt from the good ones... idk what to do, but im thinking there's things i might have to let go, of... i wanted to be a rapper, but the struggle is real, so i let go of, another dream, black and white, my destined theme, im still here my only remaining dream, to stay alive, for as long as i can, in hopes one day ill become a happy person, and a better man... so thanks to the ones who tried to be good, and thanks to the onez that tried to help me out, but im thinking im stuck, no way out... good luck i guess to me, and yous...