God. thats it

God, you know it hurts.
to have little standing. such a feeling..
there was no regret for me leaving.
there was no nothing.


but i believe you placed me through all that.
for a big reason.
for what i cant accomplish, there are others i can
equally.
i have to see the light i've got to.
then i'll starting pulling everyone to the surface.
in your name.
i have to learn how to balance between work and
my own interests.
i must not be jealous.


i cant keep holding on to what that doesnt belong to me.
im a mere juxtapose, i contrast others to make them better
while myself, losing everything.



God that hurts.
why cant others juxtapose to make me look better?
life is... well... life?

it hurts like nuts.
why am i still trying to be a great humanitarian.

should i throw myself off every picture
and start painting my own?

or maybe i should just....
what?!

God you know it hurts, make me feel that its worth it