I'm not sure

False hoods and filthy mouths they are all out to get me with one way out.
Marked by the uncreated this is what I was waiting for.
The thoughts and the voice or voices I feel I have something serious.to talk about.
The innocent blood spilled for to long I've said a million times why live for me when flesh is unworthy.
Could I be losing my mind or is it all falling into God's plan for rest and salvation.
I paid attention to visions and dreams and now I'm paying attention to what I have to say.
I'm not fake I'm far from it but I didn't see hate in my heart enough to fall further from him.
The false hoods in them are only hate from the racism to the gangs.
Believe me I have many things to regret that's why when I'm hi a thousand feelings pop into my head.
I'm not good at poetry I still ask my self why try.
I sit inside my head most the time repenting before I die.
My scars most mean something very true to me.
Something I came up with one day if you love then why not wear scars just like him.
This sucks I know I told you I'm not good.
I really don't care I'm dying for the truth the truth to be spoken.
I hang around death cause I'm not afraid to die I know I will live again.
But still like always god bless you all may peace be with you may you have understanding in visions and dreams too.
May your faith be as strong as your heart and guide you like a spirit bringing light upon darkness and may your courage be stronger for the spirit and your flesh be as a sacrifice for what is true.