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I let down my guards but it's still hard for me to breath,

So I'm gasping for air as the darkness begins to creep.

The cycle just repeats- My mind is enveloped in pain,

I've tried starting over but in the end- My thoughts just developed the same.

No umbrella for the rain- So I just walk with my head faced down,

The past is now the present and my future doesn't seem to come around.

Because everyday is the same- While I'm living in this deciet,

Things will seem to be looking up- Then the carpet is pulled from under my feet.

I'm trying to chase a dream- But dreaming is hard when you can't sleep,

And I'm an insomniac, so my eyes rarely view my eyelids for more than a blink.

There's more to this I'd think- More to life than empty hopes,

More than praying for better days- More than climbing this slippery slope.

I've got a good heart- That much has to be apparent,

It's said that God is our Father- Well now I'm asking him to be a parent.

Because kids are molded via parents- But I feel I was adopted by Satan,

It's not that I am evil at heart- But I've prayed for good and I'm still waitin.

It's get redundant sending these prayers- It's just the only way that I know,

They still go unanswered- Sometimes I'm not sure they even go.

I think they get lost in my own selfish thoughts and God never hears a word,

Because the only time I pray is when it's for me or when I fear the worst.

So God, Allah or whatever you prefer- This is what I profess to be true,

My hipocritical prayers may be my downfall- But even at my worse, I've never given up on you.