So many dreams.

It's like I can't breathe when I taught myself how to again, it's like I'm back to learning to breathe and be calm.

I'm back to a solid ground, a sickness that tears me apart.

My head over run with a headache getting worse as time goes by.

Your literally a devil smiling in my eyes, you take my home, you take my pride.

I honestly so torn down and sick, everyday I feel nostalgic.

Your just there, tormenting and in any given breathe I'm exhaling the pain you put upon me.

I need peace and all I'm finding it torture, hatred and blank stares.

Lord just let me find the colour, let me paint until my acrylics stain me.

Lord just let me love my baby, let love for infinity.

Lord just let me write, without a structure or "how to do it this way" kind of fight.

Lord I don't ask to be right, I ask for a clear sight.

Lord I don't ask for a lover, just to feel love that don't have a cover.

Lord give me hope and not this tug a rope.

Lord give me work, take me to where my imagination can come alive.

Let me write stories like Jk Rowling, let my child dreams be free.

Let me be me, before the world told me I had to be so famous.

Let me be me, before the world said his is how it should be placed.

Let me be.