Talking To The Blessed

I think to myself but my brain is being strained,
pasta in a bowl till all the waters drained,
Mixed emotion love, hate, grace, and pain,
Is it reaching for the sky or falling from a plane?
Is it irrational or is this speaking sane.
Blessed please help kill this burden on my brain.
Please I beg you! This is Epileptic Deja Vu,
The main characters me and I am you.
Third person speaking Im a narrator,
And I need help taming this beast like gator.
I could say I do but you know I dont hate her,
I can scream disappear but you know I cant fade her,
Life could be a bitch but you know I cant waste her.
So this is me talking, speaking out to you
Throw me any challenge, please let me see it through,
Once I was injections and kids with the flu,
But since then a little I somewhat grew.
But its a long way to go
and I hope what im walking is the right flow,
Cause it feels so right you dont even know
And Blessed right now I go underoath,
No more I want to hang from a rope,
I know im not perfect but im far away from dope,
Cause now I filled my heart with a little hope,
No more on my impulse do I try to scope..
So my prayer to you will come in a cue,
Your love is the antidote for my flu.
“Hail Mary Your Full Of Grace,
My soul is with the,
its your heart of gold and precious purity,
A stable ending of an insecurity,
Help me hold together what evers left in me
Help me bring out whats really best in me,
Dont let me float off to the depths of the sea,
Im finding new doors please help me find the key.
And I will keep striving for that happy end,
That being said Goodnight and Amen